Quotes About Contentment

Let death take me planting my cabbages, indifferent to him, and still less of my garden not being finished. (tr. Charles Cotton)

He lives happy and master of himself who can say as each day passes on, I have lived.

Não há nada tão belo e legítimo quanto ser um homem de forma boa e adequada, nem conhecimento tão difícil de adquirir quanto o conhecimento de como viver esta vida bem e com naturalidade; e a mais bárbara de nossas doenças é desprezar o nosso ser.

Happiness is a singular incentive to mediocrity.

que a morte me encontre plantando minhas couves, mas despreocupado com ela e ainda mais com minha horta inacabada.

The more simply we entrust ourself to Nature the more wisely we do so. Oh what a soft and delightful pillow, and what a sane one on which to rest a well-schooled head, are ignorance and unconcern.

Nothing doth sooner breed a distaste or satiety than plenty.

Ratio et prudentia curas, Non locus effusi late maris arbiter aufert. [Was Sorgen zerstreut, ist Weisheit und Ruhe, nicht schöne Aussicht nach Hügeln und Meeren.]

Toda la gloria que yo pretendo alcanzar de mi existencia consiste en haberla vivido tranquila; tranquila, no según Metrodoro, Arcesilao o Aristipo, sino según yo mismo. Puesto que la filosofía no supo encontrar ningún camino que condujera a la calma de la vida, y que fuera aplicable a todos, que cada cual lo busque de por sí.

Es ar nodomu piejaucu n?vei nedudz r?gtuma, lai, ?emot v?r? t?s pieejam?bu, kav?tu j?s p?r?k alkat?gi un nesapr?t?gi tiekties p?c t?s.

Bütün dertlerin bittiÄŸi yere gideceÄŸiz diye dertlenmek ne budalal?k!

Hayat?n de?eri uzun ya?anmas?nda de?il, iyi ya?anmas?ndad?r.

Our great and glorious masterpiece is to live appropriately.... The most certain sign of wisdom is cheerfulness.

Je souhaiterais bien avoir plus parfaite intelligence des choses, mais je ne la veux pas acheter si cher qu'elle coûte. Mon dessein et de passer doucement, et non laborieusement, ce qui me reste de vie.

Folly never thinks it has enough, even when it obtains what it desires, but Wisdom is happy with what is to hand and is never vexed with itself.]3

El aparato no corresponde a la fiesta: el avaricioso se atormenta más que el pobre, y el celoso más que el cornudo.

Greatness of soul consists not so much in mounting and in pressing forward, as in knowing how to govern and circumscribe itself; it takes everything for great, that is enough, and demonstrates itself in preferring moderate to eminent things. There is nothing so fine and legitimate as well and duly play the man; nor science so arduous as well and naturally know how to live this life; and of all the infirmities we have, 'tis the most barbarous to despise our being.

De waarde van dingen ligt voor ons niet zozeer in wat ze ons geven als wel in wat wij eraan uitgeven.

Cada uno de nosotros es más rico de lo que piensa, pero se nos habitúa al préstamo y a la mendicidad; se nos acostumbra a servirnos de lo ajeno más que de lo nuestro.

Cada uno de nosotros es más rico de lo que piensa, pero se nos habitúa al préstamo y a la mendicidad; se nos acostumbra a servirnos de lo ajeno más que de lo nuestro. En nada acierta el hombre detenerse en el preciso punto de su necesidad: en goces, riqueza y poderío abraza más de lo que puede estrechar; su avidez es incapaz de moderación. Yo

It is an absolute perfection, a perfection like that of the gods, to be able faithfully to enjoy one's own nature. We search for other conditions because we do not understand how to deal with the condition we actually have, and we go outside ourselves because we do not know what is within us. So there is really no point getting up on stilts, for even on stilts we still have to walk on our own legs. And on the most exalted throne in the world, we still have to sit upon our own bottom.

Es una perfección absoluta, y como divina «la de saber disfrutar lealmente de su ser». Buscamos otras condiciones por no comprender el empleo de las nuestras, y salimos fuera de nosotros, por ignorar lo que pasa dentro. Inútil

Strange how a specimen like him, well cared for, healthy, free to roam the world, and blessed with a perfection of form which would surely have allowed him to breed with a greater selection of females than average, could still be so miserable. By contrast, other males, scarred by neglect, riddled with diseases, spurned by their kind, were occasionally known to radiate a contentment that seemed to arise from something more enigmatic than mere stupidity.

to her, all familiar responses smell of entrapment. Sharing an old joke, singing an old song - these are admissions of defeat, of being satisfied with one's lot. In the sky, the Fates are watching, and when they hear such things, they murmur amongst themselves: Ah yes, that one is quite content as she is; changing her lot would only confuse her.