Quotes About Simplicity

That's why he liked bull riding - get a clear head, get in the chute, try not to get bucked off. Easy. Bull riding was simple, but women? Women were not. He should have said not to her invite. A smart man would have. He obviously was not a smart man.

A woman's face, naked and unadorned, is as beautiful as the moon, and as mysterious.

If this is about sleeping on the floor, I'll do it," I said. "Because I don't mind." "No, but do you want to take a picture of my nest? It's very romantical.

Living simply has resulted in us becoming more aware of the environment and the impact we have on it.

And you never have to change the water, because the horse does it for you, by drinking it down and triggering the valve to refill. So there's always fresh oxygen for the fish. And you never have to feed the fish, because they eat the algae. And so long as no hawks or eagles come by to go fishing, you're golden." "And they don't scare the horse?" "Never met a horse who cared.

Because it's everything a person needs to live a decent life. It has a stove for heat. A fridge to keep your food cold and a stove to cook it when you're ready to eat it. It has a bathtub and a shower to get you clean after your chores and a bed to lie down in at the end of the day. And that's all a person really needs. And I think the whole trouble with us is that we think we need so much more.

If something works, I figure . . . just leave it alone. Let it be a thing that worked. Not everything needs to be picked apart for better understanding. Sometimes it's okay to just say thank you in the quiet of your head and move along.

People get by in all kinds of situations. All over the world people are getting by on almost nothing. Losing things they think they can't live without. Or at least that they think they can't be happy without. But then it's pretty hard to be happy . . . you know . . . if it's dependent on some material possession not going away. I don't

It suddenly occurs to me that happy families probably don't repeatedly say out loud how happy they are. They probably think it goes without saying. They probably figure they all already know.

keep your food cold and a stove to cook it when you're ready to eat it. It has a bathtub and a shower to get you clean after your chores and a bed to lie down in at the end of the day. And that's all a person really needs. And I think the whole trouble with us is that we think we need so much more.

What do you think of them?" "They're fine. Why ask them to be shorter?

I find it touching, almost enviable, that a person with so little feels she has all she needs.

I am a practical girl, and a life is only so long. It should be spent in as much peace and good eating and good reading as possible and no undue excitement. That is all I am after.

Most people don't like complexity. They would prefer the world to be simple.

Their happiness was the kind which is fashioned of the comfortable disorder of sauvignon bottles and coffee cups in the sink, paperback thrillers with split spines on the nightstand, bathrobes hung haphazard on high-backed, brocade-seated chairs, shutters left open all night, and the hallway ever in need of new paint.

But the birch tree reminded me of how large the world was and how unimportant was my place in it. It became a reminder: to let things be what they were, to live unsentimentally. To pare away the unnecessary neuroses, the compulsion to be at the center of every thought; to look at the world without the intervening lens of self.

When you eat a carrot that is nothing but carrot it zooms through your system as a carrot. When you eat a piece of mass-produced carrot cake that contains 32 ingredients, your metabolism screeches to a halt while your body tries to figure out what all those things are that you just swallowed, and what it is supposed to do with them. Therefore, the problem isn't "fat", its piles of excess ingredients your body's stacked on shelves and vowed to sort out later.

I find it suits me, this job of chaplain. I am, indeed, a "chapel man," who carries within himself all that's needed for worship. At last, it is possible to have a part in faith without carved pulpit or Gothic arch, without lace altar cloth and without robes, save my suit of unornamented black.

some half-dozen children running in the fields or about the wetus—fewer

she was the least princessy woman he'd ever been with: it didn't take her more than ten minutes to get dressed and out the door, a big contrast to some of the women he'd dated.

All things counter, original, spare, strange...

Ik zit, m'n benen bunglend, op de waterkant En in een bootje hoor ik ginds een tango spelen; Verdomd! Ik wist niet, dat er in dit land Nog zoveel aards geluk viel weg te stelen.

U bent toch Gerard Reve, die het altijd over één ding tegelijk heeft, en pas als hij dat afgehandeld heeft verder gaat met iets anders? U bent toch een gewone katholieke volksjongen en geen volksverlakker? Nu, het doet mij echt goed dat van U te horen, waaruit blijkt dat U mijn werk begrijpt en waardeert.

Make everything as simple as possible, but not simpler.