Quotes About Contentment

As long as the sun shone and there was poached salmon on the plate, people could be good.

It is the chiefest point of happiness, she scribbled quickly, before the Commander could see, that a man is willing to be what he is." Chapter 6 · Page 53 · Location 957

Gamache bit into a grilled chicken and roasted vegetable baguette and decided he was going to enjoy mealtimes in this place.

very few people were ever really carefree. But there were moments of bliss.

They settled, just for one blessed instant, on a place that held love, not loss.

Now all I really crave is a good bowel movement.

His body spoke of meals enjoyed and a life of long walks rather than contact sports.

Where there is love there is courage, where there is courage there is peace, where there is peace there is God. And when you have God, you have everything." ? Louise Penny, The Brutal Telling

It's a reminder that if someone's happy, maybe that's the only reality that matters.

How bitter a thing it is to look into happiness through another man's eyes.

That was why she was happy. He now knew that happiness and kindness went together. There was not one without the other. For Jean-Guy it was a struggle. For Annie it seemed natural.

wrote that we can create situations in which we are happy, but we cannot create joy. It just happens.

She had a face, a body, made not for a Paris runway but for good meals and books by the fire and laughter. She was constructed from, and for, happiness.

knows she's loved. What more do any of us want?

testament to a life well lived.

stopped subscribing to the Montreal papers. Ignorance really was bliss.

I think, probably, whether your're better off in the country or in the city depends, in the final analysis, on where you'd rather be. You're best off where you're the happiest.

In short, the world abounds with simple delusions which we may call "happiness", if we be but able to entertain them.

I'm a very lucky man. I get to do the thing I want most in life, write songs and sing them for people, and ride bikes. I love my family. I love my home. I get to work with people I've admired my whole life. It's a pretty good life.

It's really a lot easier to write about things that are problematic. Who wants to hear how happy you are?

Oh! To be a butterfly Still, upon a flower, Winking with its painted wings, Happy in the hour.

Happiness: We rarely feel it. I would buy it, beg it, steal it, Pay in coins of dripping blood For this one transcendent good.

If we thought of life as a gift, we might not demand nearly as much from it. And if we lived more graciously, giving of ourselves more freely to the well-being of others, many of our personal concerns would disappear, and life would become easier for all.

Joy comes, grief goes, we know not how; Everything is happy now.