Quotes About Contentment

I feel within me a peace above all earthly dignities, a still and quiet conscience.

But she makes hungry Where she most satisfies...

He that commends me to mine own content Commends me to the thing I cannot get. I to the world am like a drop of water That in the ocean seeks another drop, Who, falling there to find his fellow forth, Unseen, inquisitive, confounds himself: So I, to find a mother and a brother, In quest of them, unhappy, lose myself.

Go girl, seek happy nights to happy days

Those that much covet are with gain so fond, For what they have not, that which they possess They scatter and unloose it from their bond, And so, by hoping more, they have but less; Or, gaining more, the profit of excess Is but to surfeit, and such griefs sustain, That they prove bankrupt in this poor-rich gain.

I'll give my jewels for a set of beads, My gorgeous palace for a hermitage, My gay apparel for an almsman's gown, My figured goblets for a dish of wood, My scepter for a palmer's walking staff My subjects for a pair of carved saints and my large kingdom for a little grave.

If she and I be pleased, what's that to you?

Naught's had, all's spent, Where our desire is got without content. 'Tis safer to be that which we destroy Than by destruction dwell in doubtful joy.

O, reason not the need! Our basest beggars Are in the poorest thing superfluous. Allow not nature more than nature needs, Man's life is cheap as beast's. Thou art a lady: If only to go warm were gorgeous, Why, nature needs not what thou gorgeous wear'st Which scarcely keeps thee warm. But, for true need- You heavens, give me that patience, patience I need!

Fair thoughts and happy hours attend on you.

Seek happy nights to happy days.W

All things that are, are with more spirit chased than enjoy'd.

Poor and content is rich, and rich enough; But riches fineless is as poor as winter To him that ever fears he shall be poor;– Good heaven, the souls of all my tribe defend From jealousy!

I wish you all the joy that you can wish.

Verily, I swear, 'tis better to be lowly born, and range with humble livers in content, than to be perk'd up in a glistering grief, and wear a golden sorrow.

The blessedness of being little!!!

Tis no mean happiness to be seated in the mean.

To be poor but content is actually to be quite rich. But you can have endless riches and still be as poor as anyone if you are always afraid of losing your riches.

Nought's had, all's spent, where our desire is got without content.

But O, how bitter a thing it is to look into happiness through another man's eyes.

To be thus is nothing, but to be safely thus...

Marry, peace it bodes, and love, and quiet life, and, to be short, what not that's sweet and happy.

It is no mean happiness...to be seated in the mean

But whate'er I am, nor I nor any man that but man is, With nothing shall be pleased 'til he be eased With being nothing.