Quotes About Contentment

To sit and contemplate - to remember the faces of women without desire, to be pleased by the great deeds of men without envy, to be everything and everywhere in sympathy and yet content to remain where and what you are.

Perhaps it was better not to see pictures: they only made one hopelessly discontented with one's own work.

I was thinking between 3 and 4 this morning, of my 55 years. I lay awake so calm, so content, as if I'd stepped off the whirling world into a deep blue quiet space and there open eyed existed, beyond harm; armed against all that can happen.

Never pretend that the things you haven't got are not worth having. Never pretend that children, for instance, can be replaced by other things.

It is remarkable, remembering the bitterness of those days, what a change of temper a fixed income will bring about. No force in the world can take from me my five hundred pounds. Food, house, and clothing are mine forever. Therefore not merely do effort and labour cease, but also hatred and bitterness. I need not hate any man; he cannot hurt me.

there were masses of pictures she had not seen; however, Lily Briscoe reflected, perhaps it was better not to see pictures: they only made one hopelessly discontented with one's own work.

Hablo con ellas y descubro que para ser las personas más felices del mundo tan solo necesitan saber que lo son.

And is there any reason, we ask as we shut the book, why the perspective that a plain earthenware pot exacts should not satisfy us as completely, once we grasp it, as man himself in all his sublimity standing against a background of broken mountains and tumbling oceans with stars flaming in the sky?

To some few friends, and to thy sorrows sing, For groves of laurel thou wert nevermeant; Be dark enough thy shades, and be thou there content.

You are you. That is what consoles me for the lack of many things.

And why not enjoy [life] this very moment?' The thought struck him like a bullet. Ambition dropped like a plummet. Rid of the heart-burn of rejected love, and of vanity rebuked, and all the other stings and pricks which the nettle-bed of life had burnt upon him when ambitious of fame, but could no longer inflict upon one careless of glory, he opened his eyes…

Extraño; increíble; nunca había sido tan feliz. Nada parecía tener la suficiente lentitud; nada podía durar demasiado.

The immense success of our life, is I think, that our treasure is hid away; or rather in such common things that nothing can touch it.

What a vast fertility of pleasure books hold for me! (...) I think I could happily live here & read forever.

Aki elveszti személyiségét, elveszti vele a nyugtalanságot, a rohanást, mozgást; amikor a dolgok így összeálltak ebben a békében, ebben a nyugalomban, ebben az örökkévalóságban, mindig ajkára szökött valamiféle diadalittas kiáltás: gyÅ'zött az élet felett.

What she liked was simply life.

when all this and much more than all this was complete and to his liking, Orlando walked through the house with his elk hounds following and felt content.

What they were all afraid of saying, was that happiness is dirt cheap. You can have it for nothing. Beauty.

Later . . ." her sentence bubbled away drip, drip, drip, like a contented tap left running.

enough. She had in mind at the moment, rich

Flush valóságos bölcs - írta nÅ'vérének Mrs. Browning; s talán a görögökre gondolt, akik úgy vélték, a boldogság a szenvedések útjának végén vár ránk. Ilyen az igazi filozófus: ruhája nincs ugyan, de nincs bolhája sem.

One cannot think well, love well, sleep well, if one has not dined well. The lamp in the spine does not light on beef and prunes.

What she liked was simply life. 'That's what I do it for', she said, speaking aloud, to life.

Your best is good enough.