Be loved, be admired, be necessary; be somebody.
Everybody in the world wants the same thing...to be needed...a job that he/she can do well...to love somebody...Everybody...There's no mystery.
Every day you must be able to say, I have to get up because I'm needed by someone. As long as you have that, you're healthy.
I like to imagine that the world is one big machine. You know, machines never have any extra parts. They have the exact number and type of parts they need. So I figure if the entire world is a big machine, I have to be here for some reason. And that means you have to be here for some reason, too.
I've about decided that's the main thing that separates happy people from the other people: the feeling that you're a practical item, with a use, like a sweater or a socket wrench.
Though the funny thing about never being asked for anything is that after a while you start to feel like maybe you don’t have anything worth giving.
But she needs me more than she needs him and I guess being needed is almost as good as being loved. Maybe better.
All people have a natural desire to be needed, to have their importance to others tangibly confirmed.
It's important to ask yourself, How am I useful to others? What do people want from me? That may very well reveal what you are here for.
My students have shown me so many times that it's not always about being the perfect person in the perfect position - it's about showing up when you're needed.
The cold, basic truth is that you are a vital and necessary part of this world
The creation of Spoleto was a social experiment. Because I've always suffered guilt from being a Catholic, when I was in my fifties I felt a need of being needed.
Happiness comes of the capacity to feel deeply, to enjoy simply, to think freely, to risk life, to be needed.
No one wants perfection. I want a confident, smart guy, obviously, but what's hot is a guy who doesn't have all the answers. We gals like a guy we can help because, ultimately, we like being needed.
You may never have proof of your importance but you are more important than you think. There are always those who couldn’t do without you. The rub is that you don’t always know who.
It wasn't torpor that kept her - she was often restless to the point of irritability. She simply liked to feel that she was prevented from leaving, that she was needed.
In all our contacts it is probably the sense of being really needed and wanted which gives us the greatest satisfaction and creates the most lasting bond.
I liked it when people relied on me... because then I knew I had something different to offer.
It is a great virtue to be needed. Greater, even, than being liked
It's nice to be wanted in almost any capacity.
I want to be where I'm wanted.
He had found my worst weakness: I was one of those people who was desperate to be needed, to matter to someone.
