Quotes About Contentment

to eat, walk and sleep anywhere was life as good as it got.

At some point in life the world's beauty becomes enough. You don't need to photograph, paint or even remember it. It is enough.

thank God I ain't never had one of them graveyard loves.

At some point in life the worlds beauty becomes enough. You don't need to photograph, paint or even remember it. It is enough

At some point in life the world's beauty becomes enough. You don't need to photograph, paint or even remember it. It is enough. No record of it needs to be kept and you don't need someone to share it with or tell it to. When that happens-- that letting go-- you let go because you can.

At some point in life the world's beauty becomes enough. You don't need to photograph, paint or even remember it. It is enough. No record of it needs to be kept and you don't need someone to share it with or tell it to.

And how sweet that would have been: the two of them back by the milk shed, squatting by the churn, smashing cold, lumpy butter into their faces with not a care in the world.

A perfect thing is not everything.

At some point in life the world's beautify becomes enough. You don't need to photograph, paint, or even remember it. It is enough.

fingers into his socks, looking up the inside back of his coat. If happiness is anticipation with certainty, we were happy.

Good stretched her pleasure.

Booker's smile traveled from his lips to his eyes. The joy in his face was infantile.

A woman could be cobra-thin and starving, but if she had grapefruit boobs and raccoon eyes, she was deliriously happy.

Plenty should not be regulated to a paradisiacal state, but to normal, everyday, humane life.

Where you going?" Whitey asked. "Nowhere," said Jim. "Hang on a minute, then," said Whitey. "I ain't going nowhere, either.

It is possible to be so full from enjoying junk food that you lose your appetite for what truly satisfies.

What I like about the trees is how They do not talk about the failure of their parents And what I like about the grasses is that They are not grasses in recovery And what I like about the flowers is That they are not flowers in need of empowerment or validation. They sway Upon their thorny stems As if whatever was about to happen next tonight was sure to be completely interesting

Being always felt stressful-wherever I was there was something to do, someone to please, a duty to be complete, a role inadequately fulfilled: something amiss. Becoming, on the other hand was a relief. I was never so happy as when I was going somewhere on my own, and the longer it took to get there, the better. Walking was pleasurable, cycling enjoyable, bus journeys fun. But the train was very heaven.

True happiness comes from within. When we stop looking for social proof and trust in ourselves, a certain magic happens. You are the most important person in your life, and, we are one.

Could I return, I will not say to revel, but breath this sky, under which I was born: to rejoice with sea views and gardens; to consol me with your kindness; to drink this wine or this water, that might reduce my illness…

Bramo assai, poco spero (Hope for much, expect little)

They say living well is the best revenge and we were already living well so we knew we'd already won.

I never said I didn't want to marry. It just didn't happen-Iam not the sort of lady a man chooses to marry, for I am too plain and too serious. Now I am reconciled to being on my own.

Whatever's happened to you during the day, as long as you got a nice pillowcase for your head at night, you'll be all right. You got yourself a place to lay your head, Honor Haymaker. Things are lookin' up.