Quotes About Simplicity

I feel again the hunger to let go of my striving and find the ability to become content and still, intentionally superfluous, as writer Helen M. Luke puts it. I want a refuge from my old conquering self.

No hay más de cinco notas musicales, y sin embargo, las combinaciones de estas cinco dan lugar a más melodías de las que nunca se podrán oír.

Los habitantes constituyen la base de un país, los alimentos son la felicidad del pueblo. El príncipe debe respetar este hecho y ser sobrio y austero en sus gastos públicos.

The path has a cottage garden on both sides; clumps of old-fashioned flowers ran all over each other: lamb's ear, mint, & rhubarb, roses, forget-me-nots, bleeding hearts & wisteria. I walked very slowly, savoring. At the end of the slate path was the house, very recognizable now... As nearly perfect a little place as I ever lived in is how Beatrix described it.

Once upon a time .... I want to have a little house with sunlight on the floor, A chimney with a rosy hearth and lilacs by the door. (Nancy Bird Turner)

The title of Kent Haruf's Our Souls at Night promised just that. I read it in a few hours, tranquilized by its tenderness for two widowed characters who find late-life intimacy in the simplest of ways.

Servitude is not easy. Obedience is not a one-time decision. Obedience is alife time discipline. But it does bring a cimplicty to life because it settles the issue of who is in control.

Servitude simplifies life.

easy enough, she thought.

I am tired. I would like to be a mountain, a tree, a stone.

In good films, there is always a directness that entirely frees us from the itch to interpret.

Train yourselves by seeking and acknowledging beauty moment by moment every day of your lives

ear. "Listen, we have our health, and a roof over our heads, food to eat, and books to read. We're doing okay, kiddo.

When she was five years old, Mem had given her a pair of faceless rag dolls in typical Plain dress. The dolls were faceless to emphasize the notion that everyone is the same in the eyes of God.

Forgiveness was such a simple thing, she thought, once you surrendered to it.

She wore almost no jewelry, which Rosa later learned was characteristic of women from the oldest and wealthiest families. Ostentation was for the nouveau riche.

But between then and now, I had met McQuaid. I had lived with him and learned that sustainable love doesn't grow out of superheated physical passion, but out of simply holding hands and holding on, day in and day out. I'd learned that "good" really is enough, not because you're settling for something less, but because "fantastic" and "incredible" burn you out emotionally, just as life in the fast lane bums you out physically.

Horses and children, I often think, have a lot of the good sense there is in the world.

I'm a plain man, I am; no nonsense about me.' And no manners, grace, or generosity, either.

How quickly, how neatly the chaos of a living person could be reduced to an insignificant box.

But as with all skills, the most sophisticated techniques tend to have their foundation in the simplest of principles. As

I believe an appreciation for simplicity, the everyday—the ability to dive deeply into the banal and discover life's hidden richness—is where success, let alone happiness, emerges.

I found myself calculating less and feeling more

He knows me so well. I don't have to say it. Not any of it. Not yet. There will be time for it later. For now, it is enough. It is enough and it is easy. Easy to walk the last few steps between us. Easy and so beautiful to step into his arms. He kisses me. He kisses me. I kiss him back.