Quotes About Contentment

Let me ask you something. Do you think there's such a thing as a perfect day?

They are like lying in the grass under the sky on a summer day. You're blinded by the sun, but you can feel the ground beneath you, so as much as you think you could go flying off, you know you won't. You're warmed from the inside and from the outside, and you can still feel that warmth on your skin when you walk away.

growth itself contains the germ of happiness, maybe a germ is enough, maybe its all you need

By the way? For what it's worth, you showed me something, Ultraviolet— there is such a thing as a perfect day.

But when I'm with you, everything is quiet; everything just seems right, like my skin fits. And I don't just mean when I'm with you with you.

I am trying not to let it bother me because jealousy is a mean, unpleasant feeling that only eats you from the inside.

Decent friends—check. Roof over my head—check. Food in my mouth—check.

and while it's not the most exciting conversation I've ever had, it is a nice, normal date, with a nice, normal guy, and there's something to be said for that right now.

When you're missing a peice of yourself, aching, gut wrenching emptiness begins to take over. Until you find the link that completes your very soul, the feeling will never go away. Most people find a way to fill this void, material possessions, a string of relationships, affairs, food...I bear my soul, with words, for all to see.

Is it better to have had a good thing and lost it, or never to have had it?

You should be concerned about the state of your soul, not the state of your bank account.

A woman in love—a woman loved properly in return—wears her happiness in her eyes, on her cheeks, on her lips, wears it like an invisible garment, a glorious garment that gives her an aura everyone can see.

Once upon a time when I was young, I had a lovely boyfriend who bought me a hammock and hooked it up on my tiny and highly perilous roof terrace, where I spent many happy hours just rocking and reading, eating Quavers and reflecting on my lovely handsome boyfriend. Then, I married him and we had a bunch of children and a dog and moved somewhere where it rains all the time, and I think the hammock is in storage. This, my friends, is apparently what's known as 'happily ever after'.

Polly soaked for a long time, reading her book, until she was warm again from the inside out, then put on her oldest, softest cotton pajamas and woollen socks, and propped herself up at the window to look out at the storm.

He had to take his life as he had had to take it for the last five years: to have no expectations as to what each day would bring. In fact, to expect nothing. To grab joy if he could. To hold fast. To try never to be surprised.

She stared into the distance and tried to think, honestly and properly, about her life: up here where it was clearer, and she could breathe, and she wasn't surrounded by a million people in a great hurry dashing or grabbing or shouting or achieving things in their lives that they plastered all over Facebook and Instagram, making you feel inadequate.

Nina wondered what on Earth it would be to have that much money; to buy that many books without worrying.

there was absolutely nothing she could do. About anything. And there was something about that that felt oddly freeing.

Taking what is not yours can never bring you or the ones you love any happiness.

keyif duyan ki?i bulundu?u yerde tak?l?p kal?r, art?k ileriye do?ru hareket etmezdi.

Would you rather live one perfect day over and over or live your life with no perfect days but just decent ones?

I really wish I had enjoyed it more.

Nothing good happens after two a.m. Unless you happen to be a fan of watching people play flip cup for hours on end. Not me. No, I'd much prefer to be in my flannel pajamas with a cup of Night-Night tea and a book, thank you very much.

But then I think, no, I wouldn't give up twelve, thirteen, sixteen, seventeen with Peter for the world.