Quotes About Contentment

Whoever said that money didn't buy happiness was a damn fool. A damn fool who'd never been poor.

Ô, wine!, the truth-serum so potent that all those who wish to live happy lives should abstain from drinking it entirely!... except of course when they are alone.

Tell the truth through whichever veil comes to hand – but tell it. Resign yourself to the lifelong sadness that comes from never ­being satisfied.

Dance in the rain, follow the path of lovely lanes, you are what you always wanted to be, so chill out, dear friend!

It is only possible to live happily ever after on a daily basis.

Wish I might, Wish I may You wish your life away are you pacified? All the wants you waste All the things you chased

says Ginn. "I never considered it rough. I considered it not having money, but I always think, if you're asleep on a floor, how can you tell the difference anyway—you're asleep.

The band had accomplished what we set out to do and I felt really good about what we'd done, so it wasn't a sense of incompletion or that sort of gnawing to it. I thought, 'Hey, we did pretty good.

It meant nothing to us if we were popular or not, or if we sold either a million or no records

Try to find a little more entertainment from your own resources.' As opposed to going out and buying it.

Perhaps Danish happiness is not really happiness at all, but something much more valuable and durable: contentedness, being satisfied with your lot, low-level needs being met, higher expectations being kept in check.

Proper, deep, enduring joy usually requires a remarkable facility for denial, something which the Danes have in spades.

Every golden age is as much a matter of disregard as of felicity.

It struck me that the chief obstacle to marital contentment was this perpetual gulf between the well-founded, commendable pessimism of women and the sheer dumb animal optimism of men, the latter a force more than any other responsible for the lamentable state of the world.

I was still carrying the tuba, for no reason other than that, in my current circumstances, it passed for good company. That's another way of saying it was all I had.

It holds my essential stuff, including a book—for true contentment, one must carry a book at all times, and great books so rarely fit, my friends, into one's pocket[…]

In my innocent cynicism I didn't see that Cleveland was not trying to look tough; he just didn't care. Which is to say, he knew what he was, and was, if not content with, at least resigned to knowing that he was an alcoholic. And an alcoholic is nothing if not sensitive to the proper time and place for his next drink; his death is one of the most carefully planned and prepared for events in the world.

For true contentment, one must carry a book at all times.

The new porch felt sound and solid under the weight of him. Like the rest of the house, it was not and would never be his property, but in those years his ambition was not to own a piece of the world. Just to keep that piece from falling down or burning up around him would suffice.

Whatever made her happy made me happy—except the time she thought divorcing me would make her life happier. That didn't do much for me.

Bosch had always thought it wasn't a bad way to go—doing what you loved.

Just coffee," Bosch said. "You already ate?" Wish said when the waitress went away. "Uh, no. But I'm fine." "You don't eat much, I can tell.

Happy is the man who finds refuge in himself.

She'll be willing to meet someone who can hold her interest for more than a few months, and that guy will teach her about domestic deepenings, the modest reliable thrill of the familiar, which as almost everyone but Liz knows has been the way of human happiness since humanity was born.