Quotes About Contentment

Eravamo abituati uno sguardo così, l'uno accanto all'altra in silenzio, non ci dispiaceva.

Spesso non ci accorgiamo di quello che abbiamo, non siamo grati alla vita.

What happiness is there which is not purchased with more or less of pain?

For everybody knows that it requires very little to satisfy the gentlemen, if a woman will only give her mind to it.

bitter is a bad way to live!

Never lose sight of the fact that old age needs so little but needs that little so much.

Often people attempt to live their lives backwards they try to have more things, or more money, in order to do more of what they want, so they will be happier. The way it actually works is the reverse. You must first be who you really are, then do what you need to do, in order to have what you want.

I love silence but I fear emptiness.

He asked so little of life that its frugal bounty amazed and delighted him.

We pray, give us this day our daily bread—not our daily caneton à la presse. Luxury should be the détente after work, the riot after abstinence, one should not become used to it.

My darling, why didn't you say so before? You know, I sometimes wonder," she added, turning to Ann, "what it would be like to have no children." "Jolly dull, " said John. "you'd be bored stiff. What would you do all day?" "Well I could read a little," said Mrs Gayford, rather vaguely, "really good books, you know, and the Times Literary Supplement. I used to be very fond of it.

Bunny to be comfortable.

You may never be entirely happy; few people are. You may never achieve your heart's desire in this world, for people seldom do. Sit by enough deathbeds, Branza, and you will hear your fill of stories of missed chances, and wrong turnings, and spurned opportunities for love. It is required of you only to be here, not to be happy.

I may not be happy," she said, "but I will be .

You may never be entirely happy; few people are. You may never achieve your heart's desire in this world, for people seldom do. Sit be enough deathbeds, Branza, and you will hear your fill of stories of missed chances, and wrong turnings, and spurned opportunities for love.

Edith's mother used to say, 'An immaculate home is a sign of a misspent life.

There's an easygoing nature that comes with a perspective of things that aren't as important as we make them sometimes.

I have said before, says the Soul, that I lack nothing, because my beloved has from all time sufficient, 2 out of his just nobility, and will have enough for evermore. What then should I lack? I do not love myself, or him, or his works, 3 except only for him. And what he has, which I do not have and shall not have, is more my own than what I do and shall have in my possession from him himself.

Passion such as hers is all consent, asking little in return. I had merely to enter a room where she was to see her face take on that peaceful expression of one who is resting in bed. If I touched her, I had the impression that all the blood in her veins was turning to honey.

The truest measure of life is not in its length but the fullness in which it is lived.

Happiness is sometimes an illusion. Real happiness lasts more than a moment...

Peace is when time doesn't matter as it passes by.

It's easy to impress me. I don't need a fancy party to be happy. Just good friends, good food, and good laughs. I'm happy. I'm satisfied. I'm content.

Comparing how you feel on the inside (bad) to the way someone else looks on the outside (great) is a losing proposition. It's an impossible standard.