Quotes About Contentment

At that moment not a single sad thought entered my mind; I forgot my privation and felt soothed by the sight of the harbour, which lay there lovely and peaceful in the semi-darkness.

an overexertion to which one is driven by inner content is easy to bear.

There wasn't a cloud in my mind, nor did I feel any discomfort, and I hadn't a single unfulfilled desire or craving as far as my thoughts could reach.

It is years since I knew such peace, perhaps twenty or thirty years; or perhaps it was in a previous life. Whenever it was, I must surely have tasted before now this peace that I feel as I walk around in ecstasies, humming to myself, caring for every stone and every straw, and sensing that they care for me once more. We are friends.

Besides, beyond question, it takes a certain degree of brainlessness to remain permanently contented with oneself and with everything.

Av tre ting og ikke mere, svarer Ezra: av kornet på marken, av fisken i sjøen og av dyr og fugl i skogen. Av de tre ting. Jeg har tænkt på det. Der er nu endel som lever av penger – Nei, sa Ezra, ikke et liv! Taushet.

Is that for me? said he. - Yes, it's for you. He took it carefully in his hands, and stroked it. - Do you think it's nice? - Nice — why I could go round the world in such.

Kaffe av skålen, et forsvarlig smørogbrød med snedkeren, ingen unatur og kunster, det var akkurat som et lite fotfæste for hende her i denne kroken.

Edevart var alene mand om alt om bord og på land... han skulde nok ha hat nogen til å koke mat for sig; men også det fik gå som det kunde, han levet på tørmat og kaffe og klaget ikke over kostholdet.

Det er for øvrig ikke tvil om at det skal en viss grad av hjærnetomhet til for å kunne gå og være varig tilfreds med sig selv og alt.

I found a bench to myself and began chewing savagely at my lunch. It did me good; it had been a long time since I'd had such a well-balanced meal and I gradually became aware of the same feeling of tired peace which one feels after a long cry. My courage had now returned; it was not enough any longer to write an essay on something so elementary and simple-minded as "Crimes of the Future," which any ass could arrive at, let alone read in history books.

You are welcome to your intellectual pastimes and books and art and newspapers; welcome, too, to your bars and your whisky that only makes me ill. Here i am in the forest, quite content

Han er kanske likeså lykkelig som vi andre, han trænger litt mat, nogen klær og et helgenbillede; men den lille stemmerett i landsbyen er ham kanske ikke det kjæreste i verden...

Oliver was made of sterner stuff, less delicate and sensitive, more carefree, in short, the right human clay; he could endure life. Who had taken a harder knock than he? But a tiny upward turn in his fortunes, a lucky theft, a successful swindle, restored him to contentment.

Aldeles riktig, jeg følger ikke mønstret. Jeg er tilfreds med ett mål mat om dagen, siden slikker jeg solskin. Hvorfor skal vi bli noget?

Hvorfor skal vi bli noget? Det blir alle de andre og er allikevel ikke lykkeligere. de har hat strævet med å komme op, men de må se si om efter lønnen. Deres ro er borte, deres nerver tyndslitte, nogen drikker for å greie sig og blir bare værre, de skal til hver tid på gå høie hæler, jeg som bor i en sjå ynker dem.

det skal en viss grad av ringhet i ævnen til å gå og være varig tilfreds med livet og atpå kjøpet vente sig noget nyt og godt av det.

What's your favorite place to visit?" He absently answered, "Wherever you are." "Bowen, five things about you can't all be about me." But you're the only good thing that I've got.

Some men would take happiness where they found it. Especially when they have absolutely no promise of it anywhere else. [Rydstrom]

I lived in the royal library, among all the books. You resided in a... library? There were suites inside and great balconies that overlooked the city, but yes. I was most content among those shelves, so one night, I simply never left.

Looking at you reminds me of the kind of man I should be with. And what kind of man is that? Drunken, poor, pathetic? No. I´ve never met him, but I see him plain as day. He has crinkles around his eyes when he smiles and tanned skin from working outdoors. Honest labor has callused his hands. He and I will hunt together, cook and eat big family meals together. He´ll marry me and love my family, too. Voice gone soft, she said, He´ll give me a baby boy and a girl.

Enough. You're going to make yourself sick. He clasped her hand to help her up. She reluctantly let him. But I haven't eaten more than a regular meal. Lass, there's more where that came from. You doona have to behave like it's your last meal. She laughed without humor. Spoken like a man who's never missed one. -Maddy

With all my dreams having come true, what will I dream of now ?

As he slept, his heartbeat returned to slow and steady, lulling her. Before she joined him, she decided that she never wanted to sleep without that sound again.