Quotes About Contentment

Loneliness is black coffee and late-night television; solitude is herb tea and soft music. Solitude, quality solitude, is an assertion of self-worth, because only in the stillness can we hear the truth of our own unique voices.

We should so provide for old age that it may have no urgent wants of this world to absorb it from meditation on the next. It is awful to see the lean hands of dotage making a coffer of the grave.

Many people lose the small joys in the hope for the big happiness.

Todo lo que hay es el infinito. No aspires a nada más.

Si no podés con la vida, probá con la vidita. Se

I wish we could live in this moment, right here, right now, and live in it forever

Don't waste your life on if-onlys. - Mr. Morrison, Humane Society volunteer

What I got was not so much gifts and whishes come trues but a feeling of peace. I got peace itself, actually. And when you have peace, you can be strong; and when you are strong, you can get through what you have to get through, and not with exhaustion and frown marks and slumped shoulders but with relative happiness, and humor, and sometimes even gaiety.

Enjoy life, it's ungrateful not to," said Ronald Reagan.

Tilda cared nothing for the future, and had, as a result, a great capacity for happiness.

I don't know who I am, I don't know what I'm like, how can I know what I want? I only know that whether I'm good or bad, whether I'm a bitch or not, whether I'm strong or weak or contemptible or a bloody martyr - I mean whether I'm fat or thin, tall or short, because I don't know - I want to be happy.

I don't think anything gives your life joy and meaning. I think your life simply has joy and meaning. The love for my children, the love for my parents and the love for my friends is the end in itself. The meaning is life.

Don't waste too much time wishing, hoping, and being envious; it'll make you bugnutty.

possessions.

I'm the son of Yancy and Nita Allen, but more importantly, I'm a child of God. I realized that none of the rest of it was that important. Most days, that's enough. Sometimes I still fall into that trap of feeling sorry for myself, but it doesn't last long.

Oh, other people's happiness, especially when it is ill-won, is hard to bear when you are unhappy yourself,' he said. 'I should know.

eating chocolates, or lying in the sun; it was soothing, warming, totally pleasing.

There is nothing I need from the shop, and this is not the day for social profligacy.

All my life I have longed to be alone in a place like this. Even when everything was going well, as it often did. I can say that much. That it often did. I have been lucky. But even then, for instance in the middle of an embrace and someone whispering words in my ear I wanted to hear, I could suddenly get a longing to be in a place where there was only silence.

And though I missed my lover, I was not sad. I was satisfied. I was different.

He has outsoared the shadow of our night;Envy and calumny and hate and pain,And that unrest which men miscall delightCan touch him not and torture not again;From the contagion of the world's slow stainHe is secure, and now can never mournA heart grown cold, a head grown gray in vain.

We look before and after, And pine for what is not: Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell Of saddest thought. Yet if we could scorn Hate, and pride, and fear; If we were things born Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever Should come near.

The soul's joy lies in doing.

How long do you mean to be content?