Quotes About Contentment

How can anything in the world seem bleak when one is eating bacon?

The people here can't know that joy. Their days are always perfect. Can one appreciate perfection when it is a constant in one's life?

It means that love isn't about being afraid that it will all be snatched away. Love's about finding the one person who makes your heart complete, who makes you a better person than you ever dreamed you could

Is it possible to be so happy for one person and at the same time be so sad for oneself? "Only the most generous in spirit can manage it. The rest of us don't know how to be happy for another when our own dreams have gone astray.

Promise me," she said. "You have to promise me that you will always be more happy than you are sorry.

Thank you," she said. Because sometimes it was best not to question a gift. Sometimes one simply had to be glad for it without knowing why.

She made him laugh. She made him want to make her laugh. And when he was with her—Well, when he was with her he wanted her like hell, but during those few moments when his body managed to keep itself in check ... He was content. It was strange, to find a woman who could make him happy just with her mere presence. He didn't even have to see her, or hear her voice, or even smell her scent. He just had to know that she was there. If that wasn't love, he didn't know what was.

I cannot say that I'm not enjoying this. Just a little bit.

Her life lacked drama and excitement, but she was content.

Y no es porque siempre quisieras más, sino porque siempre lo querías todo.

Maybe, Penelope had thought on more than one occasion, part of the reason she loved him was that he made her feel comfortable with herself.

She didn't want to change the world. She just wanted to make it lovely and wonderful for the people she loved.

Anthony felt a rather easy sense of contentment wash over him.

And it had been a long, long while since her life had felt nice.

Right here, right now, in this moment, in this garden, you're perfect.

He could live without her love, but not without her happiness.

He was, he realized, comforted by her presence. They didn't need to talk. They didn't even need to touch (although he wasn't about to let go just then). Simply put, he was a happier man— and quite possibly a better man— when she was near.

You have more than anyone I know... But if you don't realize that, then maybe you are correct---your life is nothing.

If one was always at the eye of the proverbial storm, could one discern the slant of the rain, feel the bite of the wind? Maybe she was a wallflower. There was no shame in that. Especially not if one enjoyed being a wallflower.

I'm definitely an indoor kid who's turned into an inside person.

My life has been a magnificent indulgence.

Why would you lock yourself in a situation that may not make you happy? I think that's highly inefficient.

If I'm greedy and keep chasing the money, it's inevitable I will be beaten one day.

More choice doesn't make us happy, and we understand that no one has infinite choices about how to live life.