Quotes About Contentment

She said, The future is secure—I can wait, and enjoy the waiting. The most of her lost interests revived. She took up music again, and languages, drawing, painting, and the other long-discarded delights of her maidenhood. She was happy once more, and felt again the zest of life.

Buenos amigos, buenos libros y una consciencia dormida; esa es la vida ideal.

A home without a cat —and a well-fed, well-petted, and properly revered cat —may be a perfect home, perhaps, but how can it prove title?

Her religion made her inwardly content and joyous; and

Tom. Looky-here, Tom, being rich ain't what it's cracked up to be. It's just worry and worry, and sweat and sweat, and a-wishing you was dead all the time.

I begin to see that a man's got to be in his own Heaven to be happy." "Perfectly correct," says he.  "Did you imagine the same heaven would suit all sorts of men?

His romance and charm lay in how well he did with what might have been and how gracefully he accepted what was.

Pure awareness transcends thinking. It allows you to step outside the chattering negative self-talk and your reactive impulses and emotions. It allows you to look at the world once again with open eyes. And when you do so, a sense of wonder and quiet contentment begins to reappear in your life.

No gunfire, famine, or flies. Just lots of toothpaste, gardening and people stuff.

Which in the gray of gentler eyes will prove far more than any of us could ever need; 'enough' we will shout, 'enough!' our bellies full, our hearts full, our ages full; fullness and greater fullness and even more fullness; how then we will laugh and forget how imagining has already left us.

What at all can we ever really possess?

He prefers not to ruin things with any more questions. What it is is what it is.

I stood there and stared, into the sky and at the city around me. I stood, hands at my side, and I saw what had happened to me and who I was and the way things would always be for me. Truth. There was no more wishing, or wondering. I knew who I was, and what I would always do. I believed it, as my teeth touched and my eyes were overrun.

As I make my way through, I feel okayness reaching through me. The funny thing is that okayness is not a real word. It's not in the dictionary. But it's in me.

There was guilt for enjoying anything. Especially the joy of forgetting.

Keep going. You're a mess and you're happy.

I'm pretty much just hoping to live decent. I hope that's enough.

At times, it makes me want to stop and stay. Stay for ever.

The last words of Max Vandenburg - You've done enough.

Ayak seslerimiz yank?lan?yordu ve bitmesini istemiyordum. KoÅŸmak, gülmek ve sonsuza dek böyle hissetmek istiyordum. Yapt???m?z ÅŸeyin gerçekliÄŸi etimize saplan?p bizi durdurduÄŸunda herhangi bir huzursuzluk yaÅŸamak istemiyordum. Orada, o anda kalmak, ne diyeceÄŸimizi veya ne yapaca??m?z? bilmediÄŸimiz baÅŸka yerlere gitmemek istiyordum.

Con un sorriso così, non hai bisogno di occhi.

You don't always get what you wish for.

You ate it up and you didn't ask for more, and you didn't complain.

In a way, I wish I could be like that. You'd never worry or care about anything that really mattered. You'd be happy, in the same pitiful way someone like our friend Ritchie is. Nothing affects you and you affect nothing.