Quotes About Contentment

He who is most content with the least has the most," and "I know nothing, except the fact of my ignorance.

Just remember that money cannot buy you happiness (although it might make misery more tolerable).

Lincoln said it best: "People are just about as happy as they make up their minds to be.

lasting joy is not a matter of what's happening around you, but inside you.

Ignorance is more than bliss, it's freaking orgasmic ecstacy!

I always considered myself a loner. I mean, not like a poor-me, Byron-esque, I-should-have-brought-a-swimming-buddy loner. I mean the sort of person who doesn't feel too upset about the prospect of a weekend spent seeing no one, and reading good books on the couch. It wasn't like I was a people hater or anything. I enjoyed activities and the company of friends. But they were a side dish. I always thought I would be happy without them.

There are moments in your life that, when you look back at them, you realize were perfect.

The stupid part is that he isn't interested in... in getting serious. We get along. We have fun together. For him, that's enough. And it's so stupid for me to get hung up on him.

Living was a dangerous past-time, and often quite painful—but there was also such joy in living, such beauty, things that one would otherwise never see, never experience, never know. The risk of pain and loss was a part of living. It made everything else mean more; beauty was more pure, more bright, pleasure more full and complete, laughter deeper, more satisfying—and contentment more perfect, more peaceful.

You can have everything in the world, but if you don't have love, none of it means crap. - Thomas Raith

but once you put all the stupid things I do aside, I'm really not all that interesting. I like reading, staying home, going on walks with my dog—it's like I'm already a retiree. Who wants to hear about that? Especially when I would have to scream it over the music to which no one dances.

she had that kind of matronly plumpness that comes with age, pasta, and a comfortable life.

I'm really not all that interesting. I like reading, staying home, going on walks with my dog—it's like I'm already a retiree. Who wants to hear about that? Especially when I would have to scream it over the music to which no one dances.

I nodded and sipped my own. Wow. Mac's beer is an excellent argument that there is a God, and that furthermore, He wants us to be happy.

Don't borrow trouble.

Shiro died. There was nothing pretty about it. There was no dignity to it. He'd been brutalized and savagely murdered - and he'd allowed it to happen to him in my place. But when he died, there was a small, contended smile on his face. Maybe the smile of someone who had run his course without wavering from it. Someone who had served something greater than himself. Who had given up his life willingly, if not gladly.

Shut up, Harry." "Okay," I said. And I did. For hours. It was glorious.

It was the same thing, resting in my grave. Peace. I wasn't going anywhere and it made me happy. If only I'd brought a book, my day would have been perfect.

Over the years I've learned that ignorance is more than just bliss. It's freaking orgasmic ecstasy.

Good is the enemy of great... We don't have great schools, principally because we have good schools. We don't have great government, principally because we have good government. Few people attain great lives, in large part because it is just so easy to settle for a good life. The vast majority of companies never become great, precisely because the vast majority become quite good-and that is their main problem.

Nothing in this life will bring true meaning and happiness apart from God.

He looked around the clearing in recognition that he was lost but didn't mind because he knew he had never been found.

You don't have to become what you already are, which is a relief.

In 1958 a friend in San Francisco burned out his veins shooting up hot paregoric, a cheap high. It's safer for me to continue smoldering just below the temperature of actual flame wondering if there's a distant land where life freely flows like a river. Years ago in a high green pasture near timberline I watched a small black bear on its back rolling back and forth and shimmying to scratch its back, pawing the air with pleasure, not likely wanting to be anywhere or anyone else.