Quotes About Contentment

Late afternoon arrives, and I'm still unshowered and in my robe. The feel and smell and taste of Esben are all over me, and I love it.

I've excluded happiness as one of those possibilities we seek for ourselves. Oh, I still want it, but that's beside the point. Contentment - they say it's the ultimate, but I can't even wish for that. I don't even want the desire to be content. I can only hope for silence.

This is heaven. You can stop praying now.

She has the gift of accepting her life; as he comes to know her, he realizes that she has never wished she were anyone other than herself, raised in any other place, in any other way.

And yet she didn't want to kill herself. She loved the world too much, and people. She loved taking long walks in the late afternoon, and observing her surroundings. She loved the green of the sea, the light of dusk, the rocks scattered on the sand. She loved the taste of a red pear in autumn, the full, heavy winter moon that shone amid the clouds. She loved the warmth of her bed, a good book to read without being interrupted. To enjoy that, she would have lived forever.

He was a hermit; true peace, for him, meant staying indoors, staying put in a familiar place.

Amava troppo il mondo, la gente. Amava fare lunghe passeggiate nel tardo pomeriggio osservando ciò che la circondava. Amava il verde del mare, la luce del crepuscolo, i sassi sparsi sulla sabbia. Amava il sapore di una pera rossa in autunno, la luna piena e pesante d'inverno che brillava fra le nuvole. Amava il calore del suo letto, un buon libro da leggere senza interruzione. Per godere di questo, sarebbe vissuta per sempre.

Ela tem o dom de aceitar a própria vida; conhecendo-a melhor, ele se dá conta de que ela nunca desejou ser outra pessoa a não ser ela mesma, nem ter sido criada em outro lugar, de algum outro jeito.

The fact that the yellow chintz armchair in the living room clashed with the blue-and-maroon Turkish carpet no longer bothered her.

She has the gift of accepting her life; as he comes to know her, he realizes that she has never wished she were anyone other than herself, raised in any other place, in any other way. This

Few persons realize how much of their happiness, such as it is, is dependent upon their work.

In order that a man may be happy, it is necessary that he should not only be capable of his work, but a good judge of his work.

God intends no man to live in this world without working, but it seems to me no less evident that He intends every man to be happy in his work.

I'm certainly much happier when I feel that the work is good.

I don't have to be a "gazillionaire;" what's important to me is to just being able to work.

I tend to come home and eat a bowl of cereal. I'm not thinking about baking a pie when I'm off work.

The goal for me in business is to work on things I want to work on, and be as successful as I can, without achieving any sort of attention or fame. That would be the best. That would be ideal.

I feel more inspired than ever, and think that I will finally achieve what I have long been wishing for: a balance of work and privacy - a harmony.

I've always been able to let stuff go when I'm done with work.

To retreat after a work well done is Heaven's Way.

If your life works, and you work in it, then it's okay, whatever is happening is okay.

When I don't have to be at work, I want to be the real me - the comfortable me!

It's a joy to work where I live, and come home and sleep in my own bed.

Working at what you enjoy is far more important than what you're working at.