Quotes About Contentment

The top is so appropriate, this is just where I belong.

Do you mind living alone?" she asked. "I've tried it both ways," he replied, "and I know it can be a letdown to come home to an empty apartment, but now I have the Siamese to greet me at the door. They're good companions; they need me; they're always happy to see me come home. On the other hand, they're always glad to see me go out—one of the things that cats do to keep a person from feeling too important.

I was feeling safe. Not the kind of safe where you know there are still bad things howling outside the door waiting to get in. No, it was the kind of safe where you sink down in your bed at the end of the day and know you can go to sleep and everything is going to be the same tomorrow.

most of us, as we undergo the growing up process, do not get what we want or even what we should. We get what we have, and no more, and we find out how to make what we have work for us.

Happiness is not in having being it is in doing.

Anyone's life truly lived consists of work, sunshine, exercise, soap, plenty of fresh air, and a happy contented spirit.

I am happy as happiness goes, for a woman who has so many memories and who lives the lonely life of an actress.

There's a particular feeling in your body when something goes right after a long time of things going wrong. It feels warm and sweet and loose.

She rested her head against his and felt, for the first time, what she would often feel with him: a self-affection. He made her like herself. With him, she was at ease: her skin felt as though it was her right size.

I'd come to any sort of elation in the field.

I was feeling what I should be feeling, as if for once all the sharp awkward fragments of my life suddenly fell into their proper slots.

If ones bowels move, one is happy; and if they don't move, one is unhappy. That is all there is to it.

There is no value in life except what you choose to place upon it, and no happiness in any place except what you bring to it yourself.

As Walt Whitman says, "I am sufficient as I am." It is sufficient that I live—and am probably going to live for another few decades—and that human life exists. Viewed that way, the problem becomes amazingly simple and admits of no two answers. What can be the end of human life except the enjoyment of it?

Peace of mind is that mental condition in which you have accepted the worst.

when after a perfect dinner I lounge in an armchair, when there is no one I hate to look at in the company and conversation rambles off at a light pace to an unknown destination, and I am spiritually and physically at peace with the world;

If you can spend a perfectly useless afternoon in a perfectly useless manner, you have learned how to live

There is so much to love and to admire in this life that it is an act of ingratitude not to be happy and content in this existence.

If one's bowels move, one is happy, and if they don't move, one is unhappy. That is all there is to it.

Happiness for me is largely a matter of digestion.

If you intend to go to work, there is no better place than right where you are; if you do not intend to go to work, you cannot get along anywhere. Squirming and crawling about from place to place can do no good.

In this troublesome world, we are never quite satisfied. When you were here, I thought you hindered me some in attending to business; but now, having nothing but business---no variety---it has grown exceedingly tasteless to me. I hate to sit down and direct documents, and I hate to stay in this old room by myself.

Perhaps some day it will be pleasant to remember even this.

I haven't been given many things, but I've been given ample, limitless patience.