Quotes About Contentment

I'm in a pocket of glowing light, protected from complicated relationships and huge mistakes, past and future.

It was freezing and dark out, and Miriam's house was homey and warm, and the idea of not being alone another night sounded rather nice.

Right now everything is exactly as it should be.

One of the things Key West teaches is that disappointment and contentment can go together more easily than you would probably imagine.

There are towns, you know, for making money. Towns to start a career. Towns to go to college. Towns to raise a family. Key West is no damn good for any of that. Key West is to feel good and be happy. That's all.

Y en tanto un hombre cabalgue sobre su CABALLO DE JUGUETE tranquila y apaciblemente por el camino real sin obligarnos ni a usted ni a mí a montar tras él,—dígame, señor, ¿qué nos importa tal cosa a ninguno de los dos?

To feel safe and warm on a cold wet night, all you really need is soup.

Fulfillment leaves an empty space where longing used to be.

Once my jars were labeled, I felt contentedly thrilled with myself, as if I had pulled off a wonderful trick. People feel this way when they bake bread or have babies, and although they are perfectly entitled to feel that way, in fact, nature does most of the work.

To be effortlessly yourself is a blessing, an ambrosia. It is like a few tiny little puffs of opium which lift you ever so slightly off the hard surface of the world.

Holly sat down, as if at home. But, Guido wondered, would she be happy where there were no trays?

We domestic sensualists live in a state of longing, no matter how comfortable our own places are.

I look at my homely sketch. It doesn't need anything. Even through the river in my eyes I can see that. It isn't perfect and that makes it just right.

I look at my homely sketch. It doesn't need anything. Even through the river in my eyes I can see that. It isn't perfect and that makes it just right.

I have this halfway place, a rest stop on the road to sleep, where I can stay for hours. I don't even need to close my eyes, just stay safe under the covers and breathe.

I'm feeling pretty damn good for a change.

The only number that would ever be enough is 0.

So with the family gone, Mother lived as she wished ... Slowly, snugly, she grew into her background, warm on her grassy bank, poking and peering among the flowery bushes, dishevelled and bright as they. Serenely unkempt were those final years, free from conflict, doubt or dismay, while she reverted gently to a rustic simplicity as a moss-rose reverts to a wild one.

The house was still, weighty with the comfort of a thousand books.

I looked down into my glass. It held club soda, but the way I was gazing into it you'd have thought it was filled with something stronger. I used to stare like that into glasses of whiskey, as if they contained coded answers. All they did was dissolve the questions, but there was a time when that was enough.

And was there anything on earth as dangerous as getting everything you ever wanted? As

If today is a consummation devoutly to be wished, how can I regret anything that helped bring it into being?

The answer is, be positive in spite of what you have or what's happening. That's how to be happy.

Seeking love from another person is the biggest waste of your time.