Quotes About Contentment

Too much truth can ruin a thing. And if that meant she wasn't entirely mine, what of it? I would be the one she could always return to without fear of recrimination or question. So I did not try to win her and contented myself with playing a beautiful game.

My parents danced together, her head on his chest. Both had their eyes closed. They seemed so perfectly content. If you can find someone like that, someone who you can hold and close your eyes to the world with, then you're lucky. Even if it only lasts for a minute or a day. The image of them gently swaying to the music is how I picture love in my mind even after all these years.

My parents were never really married, by which I mean they never bothered making their relationship official with any church. I'm not embarrassed by the fact. They considered themselves married and didn't see much point in announcing it to any government or God. I respect that. In truth, they seemed more content and faithful than many officially married couples I have seen since.

She smiled and was suddenly young again. "How does it feel to know where you are going?

Me refiero a que cuando te tengo a mi lado es fácil olvidar. -¿Olvidar qué? -Todo -respondió, y por un instante su voz dejó de sonar alegre-. Todo lo malo de mi vida. Quién soy.

Less is More. It's the Chocolate Chip in your cookie. Yes, it's delicious. But you can't have a cookie that's *all* chocolate chip. It just doesn't work.

Durante medio minuto lamentó que no fuera otra clase de día, a pesar de saber que deseando cosas no se conseguía nada. A pesar de saber que no estaba bien hacerlo.

Me parece a mí que uno necesita algo para ser feliz, y yo no tengo nada.

Así que, sí, hasta cierto punto aquellas dos cosas bastarían para fabricar jabón. Pero ¿no sería espantoso? ¿No sería terrible vivir rodeada de la descarnada y cruda vacuidad de las cosas que, sencillamente, bastaban para algo?

Didn't it deserve to be happy? Didn't everything deserve its proper place?

And if that meant she wasn't entirely mine, what of it? I would be the one she could always return to without fear of recrimination or question. So I did not try to win her and contented myself with playing a beautiful game.

As he sorted and packed, the red-haired man seemed content. But if you looked more closely you might have noticed that while his hands were busy, his eyes were far away. And while his expression was composed, pleasant even, there was no joy in it. He did not hum or whistle while he worked. He did not sing.

Still there are worse things than playing in the rain.

It's hard to long for something that is always there.

Half a loaf being better than none, I

After a moment's consideration, I decided lounging was probably similar to relaxing, but with more money in your pocket. Restless,

I envied its innocence, its lack of care. Besides, too much sweetness cloys me. As does willful ignorance.

How terrible to be surrounded by the stark sharp hollowness of things that simply were enough.

First you set yourself to rights. And then your house. And then your corner of the sky. And after that . . .

I found what I had wanted most, yet it was not what I expected." He motioned for Chronicler to pick up his pen. "As is often the case when you gain your heart's desire.

for half a minute she wished it was a different sort of day, even though she knew that nothing good could come from wanting at the world

My parents danced together, her head on his chest. Both had their eyes closed. They seemed so perfectly content.

encuentras a una persona así, alguien a quien puedas abrazar y con la que puedas cerrar los ojos a todo lo demás, puedes considerarte muy afortunado.

And if the pursuit of the truth was my goal, that would concern me." She gave a long yawn, stretching like a happy cat. "Instead I will focus on the joy in my heart...