Quotes About Contentment

Laim?s žmogui suteikia ne tiek mintis apie sukrapštytus pinigus ir s?kming? veikl?, kiek žinojimas, ko gal?jai sau leisti atsisakyti.

You could get my father to state, in all seriousness, that one of his problems is that he isn't half as pleased with himself as he has every reason to be.

These Days I mainly just talk to Plants and Dogs

the best of all possible worlds

Describing Endora is like dancing to no music. It's a town where nothing much ever happens, and nothing much ever will.

It caught me sometimes: that this was okay. Just this. That simple beauty was still bearable barely, and that if I lived moment to moment, garden to stove to the simple act of flying, I could have peace.

Happiness was not a word that seemed to apply anymore, when she had lost so many close to her. There was a contentment that felt deeper, that acknowledged and accepted the quieter offerings of small joys—of love and occasional peace in a life that was full of pain.

Sometimes I think that's all you need. A good man with a fishing tip, a wave. A woman once in a while. Some work to do that might mean something. A truck that runs, that some faceless bastard two hundred miles away can't turn off. It's not much, but plenty when you don't have any of it.

There was something satisfying in a cessation of paddling on smooth water. It was like watching a flock of ducks all stop beating at once and sail over a bank of trees on extended wings.

She also confessed that in an odd way she was happier here than she'd ever been. Even with all the loss. Happier being whatever that was. Than waiting.

It didn't get better, not in my book. I mean if you weren't looking too hard at what just happened or who might be down the road or at some other stuff. Maybe living well is the art of not looking at that, at the other stuff, when you don't have to. Or being okay with it.

A fire was good company.

It was an achievement-free zone, which Wynn was coming to realize is where most of his joy happened.

He felt wreathed in the music of language, and as long as he heard it and could write it down, as long as the pulse was in his veins, he didn't care if he lived out of the back of a truck or in some crappy rent-by-the-week for the rest of his life.

Few people had the luck to die in the prime of life in full appreciation of all the goodness therein. Leave it at that, he thought. As good a place as any.

But for now, my point is simply that on the seventh day, it appears that there are no losers. So if you need some losers to feel like a winner, you may not like the seventh day.

I'm not crying about anything or anyone in particular. The life I live I created for myself, and I wouldn't want it any different. I cry because in the universe there is something as beautiful as Kremer playing the Brains violin concerto.

I'm sure that's when you really know you are happy - when you wake up wanting to embrace your future, rather than trying to squirm away from your past.

Success isn't about wanting what you don't have, it's wanting what you do have.

Better to own a little that is dear to you than have all the potato fields of Sa Pobla.

that I will not accept even a thread, or a strap of a sandal, or anything that belongs to you, lest you should say, ëI have made Abram rich.í

And at a ripe old age he breathed his last and died, old and contented, and was gathered to his people.

“I already have plenty, my brother,” Esau replied. “Keep what belongs to you.”

You shall not covet your neighborís house. You shall not covet your neighborís wife, or his manservant or maidservant, or his ox or donkey, or anything that belongs to your neighbor.”