Quotes About Contentment

There should be a children's song: 'If you're happy and you know it, keep it to yourself and let your dad sleep'.

When I'm done playing football, I just might be the couch potato dad.

My Poor Dad Often Said, 'I'd Rather Be Happy Than Rich.' My Rich Dad Said, 'Why Not Be Both?'

My dad always told me: 'Stop and look back and appreciate what you've done; stop and smell the flowers.'

I always wanted what Mom and Dad had.

A few weeks ago my uncle came over to borrow my dad's socket set and when he asked my dad how he was my dad said oh unexceptional. Living quietly with my disappointments. And how are you

Really, The smart thing to do was to stop dating and get a cat.

I'm not interested in serial dating; I'd honestly rather be single.

You know you found the right one when you stop looking for "more.

Oh, how small a portion of earth will hold us when we are dead, who ambitiously seek after the whole world while we are living!

One can remain alive ... if one is unafraid of change, insatiable in intellectual curiosity interested in big things and happy in small ways.

It is easier to die when the heart is full of gratitude.

Call no man happy till he is dead.

The death of contentment is comparison.

The art of living well and the art of dying well are one.

But what if all the tranquility, all the comfort, all the contentment were now to come to a horrifying end?

Everything is good . . . as long as it is unpossessed. Satiety and possession are Death's horses they run in span.

There is only one way to be prepared for death: to be sated. In the soul, in the heart, in the spirit, in the flesh. To the brim.

You just can't complain about being alive. It's self-indulgent to be unhappy. When asked how she has coped since husband's death.

To quit this troubled world is better than to enter it: the rosebud enters the garden with straitened heart and departs smiling.

If die I must, let me die drinking in an Inn.

Envy, if surrounded on all sides by the brightness of another's prosperity, like the scorpion confined within a circle of fire, will sting itself to death.

I'll be mellow when I'm dead.

Let death and exile, and all other things which appear terrible be daily before your eyes, but chiefly death, and you win never entertain any abject thought, nor too eagerly covet anything.