Quotes About Contentment

Blessed is the man who expects nothing, for he shall never be disappointed.

Man never thinks himself happy, but when he enjoys those things which others want or desire.

How happy is the blameless vestal's lot! The world forgetting, by the world forgot. Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind! Each pray'r accepted, and each wish resign'd; Labour and rest, that equal periods keep; Obedient slumbers that can wake and weep.

Whatever is, is right.

Happy the man, whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air In his own ground.

The fool is happy that he knows no more

We may see the small Value God has for Riches, by the People he gives them to." [ Thoughts on Various Subjects , 1727]

How happy he, who free from care The rage of courts, and noise of towns; Contented breathes his native air, In his own grounds

Com'è felice il destino dell'incolpevole vestale! Dimentica del mondo, dal mondo dimenticata. Infinita letizia della mente candida! Accettata ogni preghiera e rinunciato a ogni desiderio.

How happy is the blameless vestal's lot! The world forgetting, by the world forgot.

What if the foot, ordained the dust to tread, Or hand, to toil, aspired to be the head? What if the head, the eye, or ear repined To serve mere engines to the ruling mind?

Blessed is he who expects nothing, for he shall never be disappointed.

It's a lucky man who leaves early from life's banquet, before he's drained to the dregs his goblet - full of wine; yes, it's a lucky man who has not read life's novel to the end, but has been wise enough to part with it abruptly - like me with my Onegin.

We are never happy; we can only remember that we were so once.

Trifles make up the happiness or the misery of human life.

Our envy of others devours us most of all.

I never know what I'm going to want to curl up in bed with." I shrug. "How about a man?" she retorts.

Because sometimes happiness isn't a choice. Sometimes, no matter how hard you try, you can't find joy. Which is why I've decided to stop beating myself up by desperately seeking happiness and give myself the permission to feel exactly how I feel, when I feel it. In fact, maybe, it's not happiness we should be looking for after all - but acceptance.

Ne smiješ željama profu?kati svoj život, Heather.

Don't let perfect be the enemy of good.

You know, it never looks like you want it to, your hair's never perfect and it'll probably rain, but it doesn't matter. Those are your good old days. It's those times you always remember

Happy is the best way to be because then you can let other people be happy, too. Their own way.

Don't worry about me. I'm going to learn to be happy.

I am not proud, but I am happy; and happiness blinds, I think, more than pride.