Quotes About Simplicity

Six feet of land was all that he needed.

There is no significant idea which cannot be explained to an intelligent twelve year old boy in fifteen minutes.

There is no greatness where there is not simplicity.

There is no greatness where there is not simplicity, goodness, and truth.

There is no greatness where simplicity, goodness and truth are absent

These loaves, pigeons, and two little boys seemed unearthly. It all happened at the same time: a little boy ran over to a pigeon, glancing over at Levin with a smile; the pigeon flapped its wings and fluttered, gleaming in the sunshine among the snowdust quivering in the air, while the smell of freshly baked bread was wafted out of a little window as the loaves were put out. All this together was so extraordinarily wonderful that Levin burst out laughing and crying for joy.

For those we are born to speak to we need prepare nothing, the lines are ready, everything is there.

I have not forgotten those days, I have only forgotten how simply they seemed to occur …

One thing about Faulkner I like, apart from the simplicity, on the whole, of his life, was that he wrote on the bedroom walls. That seems to me the true mark of a writer.

There were other houses that always brought images of an orderly life, kitchens with plain sideboards, old windows, the comforts of marriage in their common form, which at times surpassed everything—breakfast in the morning, conversations, late hours, and nothing that suggested excess or decay.

Taking a single letter from the alphaber, he said, should make life simpler. I don't see why. Take the F from life and you have lie. It's adding a letter to simple that makes it simpler. Taking a letter from hoarder makes it harder.

She has a memory of trees and fields and nothing more.

People who do not understand pigeons?and pigeons can be understood only when you understand that there is nothing to understand about them?should not go around describing pigeons or the effect of pigeons.

Man is troubled by what might be called the Dog Wish, a strange and involved compulsion to be as happy and carefree as a dog.

Alas! Alas! why could not this simple life have continued? Why must the railroads, and the swarms of settlers have invaded that wonderful land, and robbed its lords of all that made life worth living? They knew not care, nor hunger, nor want of any kind. From my window here I hear the roar of the great city, and see the crowds hurrying by.

In Stockton, Illinois

Everything is more meaningful because it is connected to the earth. There are no signs to read, no billboards or neon messages; instead I read the hills and the fields and the farmhouses and the sky. The houses, made of mud and stone and wood, are not hermetically sealed. The wind blows in through the cracks, the night seeps in through the rough wooden window slats.The line between inside and outside is not so clear.

I feel slow. I think slowly, I talk slowly, I react slowly. In the blur and rush of everything around me, I am more mindful. The mindfulness has grown quietly and surely, perhaps more a result of my slow, sparse environment in Kanglung than my own efforts. I can see how it would evaporate here without a consistent daily practice. I

Many Years before without the New Technologies Life was more Peaceful and Simpler.

The point of simplicity is not efficiency, increased productivity or even living a healthier, more relaxed life. The point is making space for treasuring God's own self.

Easy to get loaded down with stuff—and stuff often holds you back from making important decisions.

These last few days showed me that there's more to life than the proverbial bigger boat. Not that there's anything wrong with that, but I have all I could want right here. The love of my life and the love of her family. I'm so grateful for that—what more could I ask for?

that the simplest and easiest of virtues, Kindness, can offer all of us not only a Way through the imbroglio, but a Destination too.

There are two ways to get enough: one is to continue to accumulate more and more. The other is to desire less. — G. K. CHESTERTON