Quotes About Contentment

Love does not want or fear anything.

Look, I'm going to find a way to be happy, and I'd really love to be happy with you, but if I can't be happy with you, then I'll find a way to be happy without you.

Happy are the beloved and the lovers and those who can live without love.

I am the richest person alive (or at least one of!) because I get to do what I love as a career.

Some relationships aren't meant to be Great Love; they're meant to be like a hot fudge sundae--enjoyable but not something you can acually live on.

I love Seattle. I couldn't be anywhere else.

If loneliness was a choice, what was the other option? To settle for second-best and try to be happy with that? And was that fair to the person you settled for?

When it comes down to it, even on the natural plane, it is much happier and more enlivening to love than to be loved.

Sometimes not much is just enough.

Happiness does not consist in self-love.

What we women need to do, instead of worrying about what we don't have, is just love what we do have.

But it feels good to love a thing and not expect anything back. It feels good to not get an argument or any pushiness or any rumors or any bullshit. It's love without strings. It's ideal.

Abundance is not a situation- it is an attitude.

As I get older, personal happiness is all about love. It's all about love.

It is important to always love what you do and do what you love. This is my mentality towards my career and my personal life.

This, I thought, was true love. Someone who made you happy without saying a word.

The moment love is equated with happiness, it is satisfied — and is no longer love. The satisfied, the happy ones, do not love; they fall asleep in habit, near neighbor to annihilation.

love means to see the one you love happy

Lovers who have nothing to do but love each other are not really to be envied; love and nothing else very soon is nothing else.

Seeking love keeps you from the awareness that you already have it—that you are it.

Love is the one thing in life that makes everything worthwhile.

I love paper. A nice thick pile of it and a pencil, and I'm content.

In the tumult of great events, solitude was what I hoped for. Now it is what I love. How is it possible to be contented with anything else when one has come face to face with history?

I'm very happy, very delighted. I'm setting to like a fighting cockerel, for I'm surrounded here by all that I love.