Quotes About Contentment

the desire to wring out a few more drips of happiness almost always destroyed the happiness you were so lucky to have, and so foolish never to acknowledge.

Money can't buy you happiness, but happiness isn't everything.

There's a Hasidic proverb: 'While we pursue happiness, we flee from contentment.'" Jacob

I wasn't trying to invent better and better homes, but to show her that homes didn't matter, we could live in any home, in any city, in any country, in any century, and be happy, as if the world were just what we lived in.

It is better to lose than never to have had.

They do not desire anything more than everything they have known.

It's better to lose than to never have had.

The distance that wedged itself between me and my happiness wasn't the world, it wasn't the bombs and burning buildings, it was me, my thinking, the cancer of never letting go, is ignorance bliss, I don't know, but it's so painful to think, and tell me, what did thinking ever do for me, to what great place did thinking ever bring me? I think and think and think, I've thought myself out of happiness one million times, but never once into it.

was one of the best days of my life, a day during which I lived my life and didn't think about my life at all.

I thought maybe if she could express herself rather than suffer herself, if she had a way to relieve the burden, she lived for nothing more than living, with nothing to get inspired by, to care for, to call her own, she helped out at the store, then came home and sat in her big chair and stared at her magazines, not at them but through them, she let the dust accumulate on her shoulders.

I wanted to be empty like an overturned pitcher. But I was full like a stone.

My friends are appeased to stay in Odessa for their entire lives. They are appeased to age like their parents, and become parents like their parents. They do not desire anything more than everything they have known. OK, but this is not for me, and it will not be for Little Igor.

Being with him made my brain quiet.

Once upon a time there was a person whose life was so good there was no story to tell about it.

He awoke each morning with the desire to do right, to be a good and meaningful person, to be, as simple as it sounded and as impossible as it actually was, happy.

Why does watching a dog be a dog fill one with happiness?

but it's so painful to think, and tell me, what did thinking ever do for me, to what great place did thinking ever bring me? I think and think and think, I've thought myself out of happiness one million times, but never once into it.

It felt as if an only life should be better than good enough, but how many efforts for more have ended with having nothing?

It was one of the best days of my life, a day during which I lived my life and didn't think about it at all.

We were not rich, but there was nothing we wanted. From my bedroom window I watched the world. And I was safe from the world.

I've thought myself out of happiness one million times, but never once into it.

faces pressed against the pane, full of little, content with sawdust tears.

I think and think and think, I've thought myself out of happiness one million times, but never once into it.

Nos llevamos el cachorro a casa. Lo (la) abracé desde el otro lado de la habitación. Luego, como ella no me dio ningún motivo para pensar que perdería algún dedo en el proceso, dejé que comiera de mi mano. Después le dejé que la lamiera. Y que me lamiera la cara. Y después lamí yo la suya. Y ahora me encantan todos los perros y somos felices para siempre.