Quotes About Contentment

We can't always have our druthers.

Thereafter the summer passed in routine contentment. Routine contentment was: improving our treehouse that rested between giant twin chinaberry trees in the back yard, fussing, running through our list of dramas based on the works of Oliver Optic, Victor Appleton, and Edgar Rice Burroughs. (...) Thus we came to know Dill as a pocket Merlin, whose head teemed with eccentric plans, strange longings, and quaint fancies.

If you did not want much, there was plenty

Wouldn't you stay in the house if you didn't want to come out?

A day was twenty-four hours long but seemed longer. There was no hurry, for there was nowhere to go, nothing to buy and no money to buy it with, nothing to see outside the boundaries of Maycomb County. But it was a time of vague optimism for some of the people: Maycomb County had recently been told that it had nothing to fear but fear itself.

If you did not want so much, there was plenty.

If you did not want much, there was plenty. Keeping a nigger happy these days is like catering to a king. In New York you are your own person. You may reach out and embrace all of Manhattan in sweet aloneness, or you can go to hell if you want to.

If you didn`t want much, there was plenty.

No trains went there—Maycomb Junction, a courtesy title, was located in Abbott County, twenty miles away. Bus service was erratic and seemed to go nowhere, but the Federal Government had forced a highway or two through the swamps, thus giving the citizens an opportunity for free egress. But few people took advantage of the roads, and why should they? If you did not want much, there was plenty.

There was no hurry, for there was nowhere to go, nothing to buy and no money to buy it with, nothing to see outside the boundaries of Maycomb County.

The only things that she cares about are a comfortable chair, a good reading light, and enough books and magazines.

if it's cool you're after, then you're knock-knock-knocking on the wrong door. My maximum ambition is to make it to normal.

Men should be spoiled, it makes them easier to live with.

The horse tires not of hay, the porcuswine will snuffle up his swill greedily unto eternity.

I didn't have much to say to anybody but kept to myself and my books. With my eyes closed, I would touch a familiar book and draw it's fragrance deep inside me. This was enough to make me happy.

All I do is keep on running in my own cozy, homemade void, my own nostalgic silence. And this is a pretty wonderful thing. No matter what anybody else says.

With my eyes closed, I would touch a familiar book and draw its fragrance deep inside me. This was enough to make me happy.

I'm all alone, but I'm not lonely.

Everyone who has something is afraid of losing it, and people with nothing are worried they'll forever have nothing. Everyone is the same.

Remove everything pointless from an imperfect life and it'd lose even its imperfection.

But didn't you say you were satisfied with your life? Word games, I dismissed. Every army needs a flag.

This place is too calm, too natural--too complete. I don't deserve it. At least not yet.

I'm the kind of person who likes to be by himself. To put a finer point on it, I'm the type of person who doesn't find it painful to be alone

At the same time, my anxiety had turned into an anxiety quite lacking in anxiousness. And any anxiety that is not especially anxious is, in the end, an anxiety hardly worth mentioning.