satisfaction

Life shows us all colours, some bright and some shades of grey,Some accept with a smile, while some frown in every wayThoughts and memories never end but life does one day.Whole age passes by in wait of that old time to return,But those old days once gone, will never come back again,Rather we can just cherish them in the memories that burn,In the back of our mind and make us remember,How we used to be so crazy,In those old days_

A feeling struck me one fine day that people call __ove_,Before that my life was empty, all I had was loneliness and sorrow_I loved the way it felt being with him, for I felt up above,Now everything was complete and nothing remained hollow_That person who cupid made me fall for, was a God descended from heavens,I loved him with all I had, a true heart and a pure soul_I thought I achieved the meaning of life, never did I felt so glad,But when he left me amidst a chaos, I had no one with me to console_I cried, it hurt, I wept and screamed, everyone called me __ad_,And still I wonder if in my life, that actually was his role_But a string still binds me to my past of untold vow,Some unsaid promises that linger between us even now,Although I don__ know where he went after that fateful day_I still try to convince myself every day, I know how,Each moment has been tough, each day a new challenge_Each hour passed as if it was my heart that always allowed,One more day to live without him, one more day to cherish_One more day to spend without the love of my life somehow,But he doesn__ know that one day, the girl herself would perish_Who loved him and lived each day of her life in his wait,For the man who never returned, for the man who wasn__ in her fate_

Loving you is no more a beautiful memory, but now just a pain,I cry and weep every time I walk down the memory lane,Your love always completed me in every sense as a whole,But now it__ just emptiness and sorrow in my heart that drains,Of all the people in the world, you choose me to be hurt,Of all the hearts in the world, you choose mine to break_Why did you leave me I ask myself every morning and dawn?Why my love was incomplete tell me why you were gone?A silence surrounds my heart and fills it again with despair,Oh this pain is just too much, and the damage beyond repair,Please come back baby, just come back and bring that old smile,Or just come to see me every once in a while,So my heart no more bleeds, and no more my soul aches,So I can be peaceful after my death, in my ashes and burnt flakes_

If you think you know what your purpose is, but can never seem to gain satisfaction from it, then it__ probably not the purpose you__e destined for.

There is no need for comparison. Be happy with yourself and find satisfaction in your work.

Take a moment to reflect on your life. If you are not satisfied with your reflection, then make adjustments. It's never too late to live the life of your dreams. Believe in your ability to make it happen.

As long as I have a want, I have a reason for living. Satisfaction is death.

The vacancy in your heart doesn't connotes that nobody is seeking for the job of servicing your feelings, but because the employee must first have all the necessary credentials needed for the job.

What infinite heart's-easeMust kings neglect, that private men enjoy!And what have kings, that privates have not too,Save ceremony, save general ceremony?And what art thou, thou idle ceremony?What kind of god art thou, that suffer'st moreOf mortal griefs than do thy worshippers?What are thy rents? what are thy comings in?O ceremony, show me but thy worth!What is thy soul of adoration?Art thou aught else but place, degree and form,Creating awe and fear in other men?Wherein thou art less happy being fear'dThan they in fearing.What drink'st thou oft, instead of homage sweet,But poison'd flattery? O, be sick, great greatness,And bid thy ceremony give thee cure!Think'st thou the fiery fever will go outWith titles blown from adulation?Will it give place to flexure and low bending?Canst thou, when thou command'st the beggar's knee,Command the health of it? No, thou proud dream,That play'st so subtly with a king's repose;I am a king that find thee, and I know'Tis not the balm, the sceptre and the ball,The sword, the mace, the crown imperial,The intertissued robe of gold and pearl,The farced title running 'fore the king,The throne he sits on, nor the tide of pompThat beats upon the high shore of this world,No, not all these, thrice-gorgeous ceremony,Not all these, laid in bed majestical,Can sleep so soundly as the wretched slave,Who with a body fill'd and vacant mindGets him to rest, cramm'd with distressful bread;Never sees horrid night, the child of hell,But, like a lackey, from the rise to setSweats in the eye of Phoebus and all nightSleeps in Elysium; next day after dawn,Doth rise and help Hyperion to his horse,And follows so the ever-running year,With profitable labour, to his grave:And, but for ceremony, such a wretch,Winding up days with toil and nights with sleep,Had the fore-hand and vantage of a king.The slave, a member of the country's peace,Enjoys it; but in gross brain little wotsWhat watch the king keeps to maintain the peace,Whose hours the peasant best advantages.

A society no more exists for the satisfaction of human needs, than a plant exists for its own health.

No one is ever satisfied where he is....Only the children know what they__e looking for....

People think they are not satisfied with what they have but in true sense they are not satisfied with what they are.

The problem with satisfaction is it's a bottomless pit

An artist must take comfort that there's no satisfaction whatsoever with one's creation, just a dissatisfaction that keeps one a step away from sliding into mediocrity.

Some say ignorance is bliss, I say love is.

If you want to speak to someone you cannot touch, see, or hear, the voice of love will transmit with or without a phone. It crosses all borders and travels through time and walls.

Just as the rain carries positive ions, so does change make you more apt to experience love with an expansive heart.

No one should ever be punished for feeling love.