Quotes About Contentment

Despite all indicators pointing people toward happiness and contentment, so many of us are paralyzed by angst and weighted down with unnamed dread, largely because we've been conditioned to believe that danger lurks around every corner.

It's impossible to satisfy everyone, and I suggest we all stop trying.

But Sarah, my dear, don't wish for excitement. Interesting doesn't always mean good. Sometimes the most ordinary things are the ones we learn to miss the most.

Suzanne's mother says, 'Children, you don't need to be going and leaving and looking for a rainbow. The rainbow is here.

It's not her life that's irrelevant. What's useless is sitting around wondering what might have been, because what might have been is what is. The grass may look greener on the other side of the fence, but grass is basically grass.

Infatuation doesn't last because it's conditional and conditions change, but if it's real love, it turns into mature, unconditional love, and new chemicals are released in the brain, Endorphins that make you feel warm and peaceful and satisfied and content whenever you're with the one you love.... And miserable when you're without him because if he's not there, the brain won't produce chemicals.

Life is more than great sex and a nice car." "Well, yeah. But not a lot more.

Four fabulous days and three glorious nights." More than that, Victoria thought. Fabulous days and glorious nights for the rest of my life.

I don't want to be alone anymore, but I don't want to go out and cold-bloodedly look for a man, either. - Kate Svenson

Oh," Jake said. "So, this is what you want?" "No," Kate said. "But this is what I've got.

Worry less, enjoy more, because more often than not, things will work out anyway.

William Bennett expressed it this way: "Happiness is like a cat. If you try to coax it or call it, it will avoid you. It will never come. But if you pay no attention to it and go about your business, you'll find it rubbing against your legs and jumping into your

Even when it is not well with our circumstances, it can be well with our souls.

You don't get perfect-but I was going to grab this happiness and hold it as tightly as I could. I was going to enjoy it for as long as it lasted.

Women had made progress - Jo only had to look as far as the television set to see it - but she wondered whether they would ever not try to have it all and do it all and do it all flawlessly. Would the day ever come when simply doing your best would be enough?

Bethie and Harold glowed, with success and contentedness, and with, Jo thought, a little meanly, the kind of well-rested good looks you could have only when you were childless.

Would the day ever come when simply doing your best would be enough?

And remember-no woman ever said, on her deathbed, I wish I'd eaten less cake.

But I'll tell you a secret. You know what boys like? A woman who's happy with herself. Who's not making herself miserable with the Jane Fonda videotapes and complaining all the time about whether this part or that one's too big. And you know what else they like? She leaned in close, whispering into her granddaughter's ear. Good food.

She couldn't imagine not being a mother. She was happy and fulfilled. Or, at least, she was happy enough, fulfilled enough.

Anger surged inside her, and Bethie tried to push it aside. I could have this, if I wanted it, she told herself. She could starve herself thin again, cut her hair, find a guy, buy a little house in a neighborhood full of identical little houses. She could have everything Barbara had, everything her sister had, only she didn't want it, not any of it.

But if, in the end, she never lived the glittering, rich-lady life of her youthful imaginings, she'd have a life that made her happy.

Women had made progress—Jo only had to look as far as the television set to see it—but she wondered whether they would ever not try to have it all and do it all and do all of it flawlessly. Would the day ever come when simply doing your best would be enough?

see it—but she wondered whether they would ever not try to have it all and do it all and do all of it flawlessly. Would the day ever come when simply doing your best would be enough? Her