Quotes About Contentment

I write because I love how I feel to have written.

I found myself in a place that was thorny, but because I was so used to being there, it bore out certain twisted sensations of comfort. It's a place called «alone».

No," said Father. "Just do the best you can and don't let it worry you. In that way you'll have a clear conscience and a tranquil heart.

No life, no matter how successful and exciting it might be, will make you happy if it is not really your life. And no life will make you miserable if it is genuinely your own.

One day you'll wake up and you'll realise that you're OK again.

Better to be by yourself than with someone unsuitable.

What do women want?" Sigmund Freud cried. Books and cats are a good start.

Not only is there no way to make everyone happy, it's nearly impossible to make anyone happy. And anyway, most people only think they want to be happy. Including me. There's something wildly freeing about knowing that.

His most remarkable gift, as Laura saw it, was a deep and profound contentment with what he had.

Just for a moment, amid all the bad stuff, this was a happy place again.

What a shame to be so angered by what you don't have that you treat what you do have like it's nothing.

She says you can't pretend you have nothing when you have so much.

Keep your expectations simple and you almost always get what you want,

It's like Michael Cunningham says in The Hours: Happiness is believing that you're gonna be happy. It's hope.

There really is no such thing as the truth but there is such thing as happiness,

What a shame to be so angered by what you don't have that you treat what you do have like it's nothing. She's

All I heard was we and I smile.

You envy her. How come she doesn't have the weight of ambition? You pity her. How come she has no ambition?

It's not like you can ever say I starved you or deprived you. You're safe.

The sweetest thing in life is to be alone, as you were born, as you will die, soaking in the sun, knowing that you put the cactus in the right place, that you don't need someone to come along and compliment your work, that someone who did that would, in fact, just be getting in the way.

The atmosphere changes immediately. And there's an out of the way place where your mind stores things. You can't reach it yourself. It's like the game Operation and you are the body and someone else has to have a steady hand, they have to poke that part of you, that hot spot. When you get what you want, what you always wanted, what it means to be you is to want this thing and now you have it and there is a roar. Love.

What makes you feel empty and what makes you feel full? Who, or what, makes you feel connected or soothed or joyful? How much companionship do you need, and how much solitude? What feels right, what feels like enough? We all have to feel our way through those questions in life, and although she cannot provide the answers for me, I have the sense that Lucille is gently leading me toward them. I pick up that leash; I go forward.

The dog's agenda is simple, fathomable, overt: I want. "I want to go out, come in, eat something, lie here, play with that, kiss you. There are no ulterior motives with a dog, no mind games, no second-guessing, no complicated negotiations or bargains, and no guilt trips or grudges if a request is denied.

Your needs are overwhelming? You can't depend on yourself or others to meet them? You don't even know what they are? Then need nothing.