Quotes About Contentment

I've been pretty damn happy since 2001. More apparent danger than real danger for me, and even the apparent danger hasn't kept me from feeling warm, safe and loved. I've found love and a partner to raise three children that I'm glad to have brought into this beautiful world.

We don't have to eat the best food to survive: a basic diet will get us through. We wear clothes to stay warm and hide our modesty, they don't need to be the latest designer collection.

I'm sure that it's a universal experience, but I wonder if it gets exacerbated more in Los Angeles, where people are constantly looking over at the other people, going, 'Why don't I have that? I want that. Their table looks warmer.'

Everything else outside the world - Brexit, the global economy, global warming, everything - nothing matters as much as what's in your house.

I like the idea of being warm and secure. That's what home should be. That you have a sense of warmth, security, love, and you love the things around you and surround yourself with beauty.

I have Time Warner, and I try to relax a lot and watch television a lot and everything. I really enjoy that. Listen to the radio.

I am actually incredibly contented and jolly. But, and I have no idea why this is, I have a really strong empathy with all kinds of warped and destructive modes of thinking. I don't know why, but those things co-exist.

I'm not a revolutionary, and I'm not a warrior.

I've never in my life categorized a year of my life as good or bad. I just think I'm living a good life, warts and all.

I think of myself as somebody who, in a moment-to-moment way, I'm quite happy. But I think I am a bit doubtful and wary of true happiness, and, like a lot of my friends, there's been a good degree of self-sabotage.

Eventually I just want to live a normal life. I want to get married and have children and cook, wash... all the things that I do now. My background is very normal and steady, and that's what I like.

I like to be in my pajamas all day. Sometimes I don't wash for days because I like to read and sit around. I like to eat in bed.

I go home and stay there. I wash and scrub up each day, and that's it. One month I actually grew a moustache, just so I could say that I'd done something.

If I say Im living with tribes on the bank of a river to fish, Im doing it. I dont wash or shave, I end up quite smelly and growing a beard but inside you have immense inner peace.

Old #64 chose... a gentle jog, fast enough to prove I was alive, slow enough to savor the cheers. They washed over me. They warmed me. I knew I could live without them but I loved them.

I visited those friends who'd just had a baby, and she was washing dishes and he was cleaning the house, and I burst with happiness. And in their minds, they were in this terrible domestic rut.

I'm going to be a happy housewife. I'm going to be washing boxers and cooking and doing all those sorts of housewife duties. I just want to be happy and proud of every single day.

I am not a huge follower of music and tend to like one CD and play it to death, usually when I am washing up.

I do not have AC, TV, microwave or a washing machine in my house.

Ah, I could last a long time on those smiles. I would sow and reap them like wheat.

The darkness was full, fuller than she would ever have guessed, and she found this curiously comforting.

All my life I had longed to be ordinary; how ridiculous to be disgruntled when I finally was. It was no use being envious; we were all different

Can't always have life the way we want it. But there's always pizza.

We live in a world of fortune and luxury, yet how poor and sad we are at times.