Quotes About Contentment

As long as a woman can look ten years younger than her daughter, she is perfectly satisfied

When we are happy, we are always good, but when we are good, we are not always happy.

If you don't get everything you want, think of the things you don't get that you don't want.

I am happy in my prison of passion

I'm a man of simple tastes. I'm always satisfied with the best.

But she is happiest alone. She is happiest alone.

The best way to make children good is to make them happy.

You are Beautiful when you are happy

The living always think that gold can make them happy

If after I am free a friend of mine gave a feast, and did not invite me to it, I should not mind a bit. I can be perfectly happy by myself. With freedom, flowers, books, and the moon, who could not be perfectly happy?

One joy dispels a hundred cares.

At fifteen I set my heart upon learning. At thirty, I had planted my feet firm upon the ground. At forty, I no longer suffered from perplexities. At fifty, I knew what were the biddings of Heaven. At sixty, I heard them with docile ear. At seventy, I could follow the dictates of my own heart; for what I desired no longer overstepped the boundaries of right.

We take greater pains to persuade others that we are happy than in endeavoring to think so ourselves

If there were an honorable way to get rich, I'd do it, even if it meant being a stooge standing around with a whip. But there isn't an honorable way, so I just do what I like.

Coarse rice to eat, water to drink, my bended arm for a pillow - therein is happiness. Wealth and rank attained through immoral means are nothing but drifting clouds.

To be poor without murmuring is difficult. To be rich without being proud is easy.

The Master said, "What a worthy man was Yan Hui! Living in a narrow alley, subsisting upon meager bits of rice and water—other people could not have borne such hardship, and yet it never spoiled Hui's joy. What a worthy man was Hui!" (Analects 6.11)

those who understands is not better than those who appreciates, those who appreciates is not better than those who enjoys.

They will do; but they are not equal to him, who, though poor, is yet cheerful, and to him, who, though rich, loves the rules of propriety.

Poor food and water for dinner, a bent arm for a pillow – that is where joy resides. For me, wealth and renown without honor are nothing but drifting clouds.

Insecurity is worse than poverty.

Among his own country folk Confucius wore a homely look, like one that has no word to say.

With coarse grain to eat, with water to drink, and my bended arm for a pillow: I still have joy in the midst of these things

If you look at their intentions, examine their motives, and scrutinize what brings them contentment – how can people hide who they are? How can they hide who they really are?