Quotes About Contentment

It is strange people should be so greedy when they are alone in the world!

A pity,' observed I, 'you're so hard to please - so many friends and so few cares, and can't make yourself content!

But he was too good to be thoroughly unhappy long.

I've done no injustice, and I repent of nothing. I'm too happy; and yet I'm not happy enough. My souls bliss kills my body, but does not satisfy itself.

I'm now quite cured of seeking pleasure in society, be it country or town. A sensible man ought to find sufficient company in himself.

If I were in heaven, Nelly, I should be extremely miserable.

Why do you want to convince me there's no happiness in the world?

?udno je kako navika može oblikovati naš ukus i mišljenje; mnogi ne bi mogli zamisliti da postoji sre?a u potpunoj odvojenosti od svijeta...

Soy demasiado feliz, y, sin embargo, aún no lo soy tanto como quisiera serlo. La felicidad de mi alma aniquila mi cuerpo, y, no obstante, no le basta con lo que tiene...

S vremenom se pomirio sa sudbinom, pa mu je sjeta bila sla?a od svagdanjih radosti.

I'm too happy, and yet I'm not happy enough. My soul's bliss kills my body, but does not satisfy itself.

I tell you I have nearly attained my heaven; and that of others is altogether undervalued and uncoveted by me.'' Heathcliff

I am now quite content in my seeking pleasure in society be it country or town, a sensible man ought to find sufficient company in himself.

I am now quite cured of seeking pleasure in society, be it country or town. A sensible man ought to find sufficient company in himself.

You're hard to please: so many friends and so few cares, and can't make yourself content.

Riches I hold in light esteem, And love I laugh to scorn; And lust of fame was but a dream that vanished with the morn:

Find ecstasy in life; the mere sense of living is joy enough.

Her breast is fit for pearls, But I was not a Diver - Her brow is fit for thrones But I have not a crest, Her heart is fit for home- I- a Sparrow- build there Sweet of twigs and twine My perennial nest.

The pedigree of honey does not concern the bee; A clover, any time, to him is aristocracy.

Expectation is contentment - Gain satiety.

For you know we do not mind our dress When we are going home

One note from one bird is better than a million words...

Why joys so scantily disburse, Why Paradise defer, Why floods are served to us in bowls,— I speculate no more.

The dying need but little, dear, —    A glass of water's all, A flower's unobtrusive face    To punctuate the wall, A fan, perhaps, a friend's regret,    And certainly that one No color in the rainbow    Perceives when you are gone.