Quotes About Contentment

Peace with God, peace with others, and peace in your own heart.

Envy asks, "Why them? Why do they get what I don't have?" Gratitude asks, "Why me? Why do I get all that I have?" David

You may be serving in obscurity in some small place, feeling unknown and unappreciated. Listen, God put you were you are for a purpose! ... He will let you know if he wants you somewhere else.

Many people are driven by materialism. Their desire to acquire becomes the whole goal of their lives. This drive to always want more is based on the misconceptions that having more will make me more happy, more important, and more secure, but all three ideas are untrue. Possessions only provide temporary happiness. Because things do not change, we eventually become bored with them and then want newer, bigger, better versions.

He wants you to enjoy life, not just endure it.

it's easy to forget that the pursuit of happiness is not what life is about.

Si no sabes cómo ser feliz con lo que tienes, nunca serás feliz con más.

I don't think I'd mind working on a cheese counter. It would leave my mind free to do whatever it wanted - which is nothing in particular, it's true, but I like being alone in my head, I'm used to it.

Pamela wanted to die with her own hips and her own teeth; beyond that she didn't have much of a goal.

Terri would have made the perfect wife for Bob – they could have simply slept their way through married life. Rip van Winkle and Duchess Anaesthesia, the lost, sleepy daughter of the Romanovs.

every increased possession loads us with weariness, and he's right." There

disengaging from the rat race Jackson

he was not a person to whom things simply happened. His life had been lived in some kind of neutral gear, he had never broken a limb, never been stung by a bee, never been close to love or death. He had never strived for greatness, and his reward had been a small life.

Feeling secure regarding their happiness and welfare, she did not miss them except with an occasional, intense longing.

She was moved by a kind of commiseration for Madame Ratignolle, -a pity for that colorless existence which never uplifted its possessor beyond the region of blind contentment, in which no moment of anguish ever visited her soul, in which she would never have the taste of life's delirium. Edna vaguely wondered what she meant by life's delirium. It had crossed her thought like some unsought, extraneous impression.

Don't stir all the warmth out of your coffee; drink it.

She liked money as well as most women, and accepted it with no little satisfaction.

When Edna was at last alone, she breathed a big, genuine sigh of relief.

I know I shall like it, like the feeling of freedom and independence.

I scrambled to pack my things, glad I owned so little.

But let's not speak of what might have been. Let us speak instead of what is. You are whole.

I'm happy to be going, said Mig, putting a hand up and gently touching one of her cauliflower ears. Might just as well be happy, seeing as it doesn't make a difference to anyone but you if you are or not, said the soldier.

He was glad to be alive. ... In fact, Edward Tulane was so happy to be back among the living that he did not even take umbrage at being referred to as it.

Do not mourn over the happiness you were fortunate enough to possess, lest you turn that joy into grief. Be glad that you had what others may never in their lives experience. The gods have dealt kindly with you, Daughter.