Quotes About Contentment

God only, who made us rich, can make us poor.

When our two souls stand up erect and strong, Face to face, silent, drawing nigh and nigher, Until the lengthening wings break into fire At either curvd point, what bitter wrong Can the earth do to us, that we should not long Be here contented?

The Greeks said grandly in their tragic phrase, 'Let no one be called happy till his death' to which I would add, 'Let no one, till his death, be called unhappy.'

Some people always sigh in thanking God.

She lived, we'll say, A harmless life, she called a virtuous life, A quiet life, which was not life at all (But that she had not lived enough to know)

A harmless life, she called a virtuous life, A quiet life, which was not life at all . . .

We live on just in the same way, having very few visitors, and receiving them in the quietest of hospitalities.

When there is no longer any growth in me, I desire to die — for one. And at present I by no means desire to die.

All things end, but this had been a healthy and happy part of my life, much better than the bit before.

There's an eagle feather in my pocket and resolution like a fist clenching my chest and on some deep level I'm dead happy I don't know what comes next.

I'm a tiger who does not care to hunt any longer.

It might lack of warmth, confort, and sartorial splendor, but Kit was happy simply to be clothed.

He gestured to the raven, who seemed quite content to nestle against the curve of Will's neck.

It was perfectly silent, and perfectly safe, and perfectly warm. And perfectly alone.

If they couldn't be together, and content; if they couldn't avoid being unhappy, even for a little while; if they were expected to take individual responsibility for their collective decision and suffer consequences for it…they did not wish to.

I'd rather be bored than sad. I'd rather be done than lonely.

There are random moments - tossing a salad, coming up the driveway to the house, ironing the seams flat on a quilt square, standing at the kitchen window and looking out at the delphiniums, hearing a burst of laughter from one of my children's rooms - when I feel a wavelike rush of joy. This is my true religion: arbitrary moments of of nearly painful happiness for a life I feel privileged to lead.

Hoping to live days of greater happiness, I forget that days of less happiness are passing by.

I must have something to engross my thoughts, some object in life which will fill this vacuum, and prevent this sad wearing away of the heart.

People just want to be happy, she thought.

I can't help feeling that people ask too much [of life]. They don't keep up with the Joneses any more--they outstrip them. What people call happiness, today, isn't happiness. It's enjoyment. It's pleasure. And between happiness and pleasure there's a very large gap.

It was terrible if you looked at things the way they could have been, but if you concentrated on what there was, it didn't look too bad.

can't help feeling that people ask too much. They don't keep up with the Joneses any more—they outstrip them. What people call happiness, today, isn't happiness. It's enjoyment. It's pleasure. And between happiness and pleasure there's a very large gap.

The heyday of woman's life is the shady side of fifty.