Quotes About Contentment

I don't know. I really don't. While I was in the living room, I kept asking myself what I really wanted in life. She squeezed his hand. And do you know what the answer was? The answer was that I wanted two things. First, I want you. I want us. I love you and I always have.

I love you, Gabby, more than you'll ever know. You're everything I've ever wanted in a wife. You're every hope and every dream I've ever had, and you've made me happier than any man could possibly be. I don't ever want to give that up. I can't.

For a moment, I wondered how different my life would have been had they been my parents, but I shook the thought away. I knew my father had done the best he could, and I had no regrets about the way I'd turned out. Regrets about the journey, maybe, but not the destination. Because however it had happened, I'd somehow ended up eating shrimp in a dingy downtown shack with a girl that I already knew I'd never forget.

I have loved another with all my heart, and for me that has always been enough.

The key to happiness was achievable dreams.

Young and old, male or female, pretty much everyone she knew wanted the same things. They wanted to feel peace in their hearts, they wanted a life without turmoil, they wanted to be happy. The difference Adrienne thought, was that most young people seemed to thing that those things lay somewhere in the future, while most older people believed that they lay in the past.

I knew my father had done the best he could, and I had no regrets about the way I'd turned out. Regrets about journey, maybe, but not the destination.

She wondered when her daughter would realise that for the most part, people weren't that different. Young and old, male or female, pretty much everyone she knew wanted the same things: The wanted to feel peace in their hearts, they wanted a life without turmoil, they wanted to be happy. The difference, she thought, was that most young people seemed to think that those things lay somewhere in the future. While most older people believed that they lay in the past.

It was a life, she eventually concluded, that had been lived in the middle ground, where contentment and love were found in the smallest details of people's lives. It was a life of dignity and honor, not without sorrows yet fulfilling in a way that few experiences ever were.

In the end, the only one you can ever really please is yourself. How others feel is up to them.

Perfect love did that to a person, and this had been perfect.

But she also sensed it wasn't enough. She wanted something else, something different, something more. Passion and romance, perhaps, or maybe quiet conversation in candlelit rooms, or perhaps something as simple as not being second.

You should not complain, it's not attractive.

Early on, he'd learned to enjoy simple things, things that couldn't be bought, and he had a hard time understanding people who felt otherwise.

For nothing is more fulfilling than love itself

Spending time with you just feels...right,somehow. Easy, like the way it's supposed to be. Like it is with my parents. They're just comfortable together, and I remember growing up thinking that one day I wanted to have that, too.

And I had no regrets about the way I turned out. Regrets about the journey, maybe, but not about the destination.

Young and old, male or female, pretty much everyone she knew wanted the same things: They wanted to feel peace in their hearts, they wanted a life without turmoil, they wanted to be happy.

the grass isn't always greener on the other side. What the younger generation didn't understand was that the grass was greenest where it's watered

She accepted things because there was nothing else to compare them too.

Passion and satisfaction go hand in hand, and without them, any happiness is only temporary.

We sit and watch the world around us. This has taken us a lifetime to learn. It seems only the old are able to sit next to one another and not say anything and still feel content. The young, brash and impatient, must always break the silence.

I am, however, of the opinion that something has been lost in the process: the simple joy of waking in the morning and having nothing whatsoever to do.

I have no complaints about my path and the places it has taken me; enough complaints to fill a circus tent about other things, maybe, but the path I've chosen has always been the right one, and I wouldn't have had it any other way.