Quotes About Contentment

I am in love and I have the most beautiful family. What else can a guy want? I am the happiest man ever. We're so lucky.

We would worry less if we praised more. Thanksgiving is the enemy of discontent and dissatisfaction.

One of the main reasons that we lose our enthusiasm in life is because we become ungrateful. We let what was once a miracle become common to us. We get so accustomed to his goodness it becomes a routine.

Joy is thankfulness, and when we are joyful, that is the best expression of thanks we can offer the Lord, Who delivers us from sorrow and sin.

God gave us minds to think with and hearts to thank with. Instead we use our hearts to think about the world as we would like it to have been, and we use our minds to come up with rationalizations for our ingratitude. We are a murmuring, discontented, unhappy, ungrateful people. And because we think we want salvation from our discontents...

Be thankful for what you have; you'll end up having more. If you concentrate on what you don't have, you will never, ever have enough.

Perhaps it takes a purer faith to praise God for unrealized blessings than for those we once enjoyed or those we enjoy now.

The seaweed is always greener in somebody else's lake.

As we had no electricity we also had no "idiot box" and therefore felt no envy. Except

I liked the food I got; I did not know any other, and hunger is a good cook. I liked our shack. Its being overcrowded only meant womblike security to me. Again

I had food, love, a place to sleep, and a warm, potbellied, wood-fed stove to sit near in the winter. I needed nothing more. Finally

When we think of other people as our center and fulfillment, we live frustrated lives.

I want to live today in anticipation of what you will do next instead of constantly complaining about what isn't pristine in my life.

When Jesus isn't our everything, our enough, we pursue every other thing that fills.

When you are perfect, is there anywhere else to go?

Am I less because I have fewer, or do the few I have mean more?

Isn't that what all of life is anyway? Shards. Bits. Moments. Am I less because I have fewer, or do the few I have mean more? Am I just as full as anyone else? Enough? Pieces. I hold them like they are life itself. They nearly are.

But I had loved and been loved deep;y and completely, not once but twice. I would not trade that for all the riches that Montegue had to offer.

Anything good in his life he had fought and scratched for, and his joy came from a deep place of understanding the lack of it.

But I had loved and been loved deeply and completely, not once but twice in my life. I would not trade that for all the riches that Montegue had to offer.

thankfulness for this one moment, regardless of what the morrow might bring.

Maybe sometimes life and fantasies and family did not all go completely wrong. But I had loved and been loved deeply and completely, not once but twice in my life. I would not trade that for all the riches that Montegue had to offer.

I was three-and-thirty years of age. Youth was quite gone; beauty I had never possessed; and I was content to think of myself as a confirmed old maid, a quiet spectator of life's great drama, disturbed by no feverish desire for an active part in the play.

Wanting less is probably a better blessing than having more.