Quotes About Contentment

Yes, I was determined to have a happy Christmas' 'Did you?' 'I think so. I don't remember it much, and that's always a good sign, isn't it?

Money is only useful when you get rid of it. It is like the odd card in Old Maid; the player who is finally with it has lost.

The next four weeks of solitary confinement were among the happiest of Paul's life...It was so exhilarating, he found, never to have to make any decision on any subject, to be wholly relieved from the smallest consideration of time, meas, or clothes, to have no anxiety ever about what kind of impression he was making; in fact, to be free.

There's nothing wrong in being a physical wreck, you know. There's no moral obligation to be Postmaster-General or Master of Foxhounds or to live to walk ten miles at eighty.

The perfect leisure which those people alone enjoy who are untroubled by the speculative or artistic itch.

How good it is to sit in the shade and talk of love

Încerc?m s? ne alegem mijloacele È™i apoi lu?m ce putem – È™i ne mai È™i bucur?m.

I'm tres old and tres bored, Tom, said Amory one day, stretching himself at ease in the comfortable window-seat. He always felt most natural in a recumbent position.

On Shaw's principle that "if you don't get what you like, you better like what you get

And lastly from that period I remember riding in a taxi one afternoon between very tall buildings under a mauve and rosy sky; I began to bawl because I had everything I wanted and knew I would never be so happy again.

So we'll just let things take their course, and never be sorry.

I don't care about truth. I want some happiness.

Clark, she said softly, I wouldn't change you for the world. You're sweet the way you are. The things that'll make you fail I'll love always-- the living in the past, the lazy days and nights you have, and all your carelessness and generosity.

If you're in love it ought to make you happy. You ought to laugh.

Human sympathy has its limits, and we were contented to let all their tragic arguments fade with the city lights behind.

They weren't happy, and neither of them had touched the chicken or the ale---and yet they weren't unhappy either. There was an unmistakable air of natural intimacy about the picture and anybody would have said that they were conspiring together.

So he nodded, smiled, listened, was happy.

I can't describe to you how surprised I was to find out I loved her, old sport.I even hoped for a while that she'd throw me over, but she didn't, because she was in love with me too. She thought I knew a lot because I knew different things from her. Well, there I was, way off my ambitions, getting deeper in love every minute, and all of a sudden I didn't care. What was the use of doing great things if I could have a better time telling her what I was going to do?

I just think of people, she continued, whether they seem right where they are and fit into a picture. I don't mind if they don't do anything. I don't see why they should; in fact it always astonishes me when people do anything.

I'm more beautiful than anybody else," she said brokenly, "why can't I be happy?

Each life unfulfilled, you see,       It hangs still, patchy and scrappy;     We have not sighed deep, laughed free,       Starved, feasted, despaired—been happy. But his life

Afterwards, he just sat, happy to live in the past. The drink made past happy things contemporary with the present, as if they were still going on, contemporary even with the future as if they were about to happen again.

If truth is the end of life happiness is a mode of it, to be cherished in its brief and tremulous moment.

I don't care about truth. I want some happiness.