Quotes About Simplicity

The firm, the enduring, the simple, and the modest are near to virtue.

Among his own country folk Confucius wore a homely look, like one that has no word to say.

With coarse grain to eat, with water to drink, and my bended arm for a pillow: I still have joy in the midst of these things

Life is really simple, but men insist on making it complicated.

Life is simple, but we insist on making it complicated.

I want you to be everything that's you, deep at the center of your being." "Life is really simple, but we insist on making it complicated

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My perfect day is sitting in a room with some blank paper. That's heaven. That's gold and anything else is just a waste of time.

He didn't say a lot so I tend to remember what he did say. And I don't remember that he had a lot of patience with havin to say things twice so I learned to listen the first time.

Music is made out of nothing but some fairly simple rules . . . The notes themselves amount to almost nothing. But why some particular arrangement of these notes should have such a profound effect on our emotions is a mystery beyond even the hope of comprehension.

I think the truth is always simple. It has pretty much got to be. It needs to be simple enough for a child to understand. Otherwise it'd be too late. By the time you figured it out it would be too late.

Trousers rolled to the knee but still they got wet. They tied the rope to a cleat at the rear of the boat and rowed back across the lake, jerking the stump slowly behind them. By then it was already evening. Just the slow periodic rack and shuffle of the oarlocks. The lake dark glass and windowlights coming on along the shore. A radio somewhere. Neither of them had spoken a word. This was the perfect day of childhood. This is the day to shape the days upon.

He said there was nothin to set a man's mind at ease like wakin up in the morning and not havin to decide who you were.

I hear people talking about going on a vacation or something and I think, what is that about? I have no desire to go on a trip. My perfect day is sitting in a room with some blank paper. That's heaven. That's gold and anything else is just a waste of time.

Yo creo que la verdad siempre es simple. Y lo es por fuerza. Tiene que ser lo bastante simple para que la entienda un niño.

There was nothing to set a man's mind at ease like waking up in the morning and not having to decide who you were.

He ate the last of the eggs and wiped the plate with the tortilla and ate the tortilla and drank the last of the coffee and wiped his mouth and looked up and thanked her.

Life is so simple when you're young, though of course that's not what it feels like to the young.

A number is random if the simplest way to express it is by writing it down.

It boiled down to this: it's a lot harder to love than to hate. Harder to be there for those you love—to see them get older, get sick, be taken from you in sudden awful ways. Hate's dead simple. You can hate an utter stranger from a thousand miles away. It asks nothing of you. It eats you from the inside out but it takes no effort or thought at all."—Craig Davidson from Cataract City

Jesus never asked anyone to form a church, ordain priests, develop elaborate rituals and institutional cultures, and splinter into denominations. His two great requests were that we "love one another as I have loved you" and that we share bread and wine together as an open channel of that interabiding love.

Somehow when the heart becomes single, the rest will follow.

He returns years later, has no demands. He wants only one, most precious thing: To see, purely and simply, without name, Without expectations, fears, or hopes, At the edge where there is no I or not-I.

Brute force crushes many plants. Yet the plants rise again. The Pyramids will not last a moment compared with the daisy. And before Buddha or Jesus spoke the nightingale sang, and long after the words of Jesus and Buddha are gone into oblivion the nightingale still will sing. Because it is neither preaching nor teaching nor commanding nor urging. It is just singing. And in the beginning was not a Word, but a chirrup.