Quotes About Simplicity

Here's to the moments when you realize the simple things are wonderful and enough.

I don't need liquor to color the world

It was 1965 and life seemed easier. Her parents were alive and so was her brother, her bones were hard and strong and her vision perfect....It was 1965 and she was filled with hope, lush pots of ivy spilling from her window boxes as she leaned out late in the day to see the sunset, to smell the river, to watch her husband turn the corner as he headed home. She was so alive.

I'm not too chicken, she said. I know exactly what I want. I honestly thought I could do this with you, the whole friends-with-benefits thing. She slowly shook her head, her eyes suspiciously shiny. But as it turns out, I can't. Now with you, Adam. With you, I want it all. (...) It's not that simple for me, he heard himself say. Of course it is. Life is as simple as you make it, Adam. You're born. You live. You die. I don't plan on dying without doing the living part, though.

I gave up everything that didn't spark joy. Obsessive list-making. Kale. My high-stress job. My ex . . ." Harper was sure there was more, and if she hadn't given up list-making, she'd probably have it written down.

Of all her childhood memories, her favorite was never having to pay bills.

If it didn't bring her joy, then forgetaboutit.

He who is most content with the least has the most," and "I know nothing, except the fact of my ignorance.

You need the discipline to say "no" to the extra clutter in your life so that you can say "yes" to the most important things with a good attitude. Not

She studied my face for a long minute. Are you going to help my mom? It was a simple question. But how do you tell a child that things just aren't that simple, that some questions don't have simple answers--or any answer at all?

Harry," Thomas said, "be real. Everyone wants someone to make us pancakes; we're all just too grown-up to say it.

but once you put all the stupid things I do aside, I'm really not all that interesting. I like reading, staying home, going on walks with my dog—it's like I'm already a retiree. Who wants to hear about that? Especially when I would have to scream it over the music to which no one dances.

the beginning of wisdom is in realizing that one knows nothing, then the beginning of understanding is in realizing that all things exist in accord with a single truth: Large things are made of smaller things. Drops

I'm really not all that interesting. I like reading, staying home, going on walks with my dog—it's like I'm already a retiree. Who wants to hear about that? Especially when I would have to scream it over the music to which no one dances.

The very best wizards don't need much more than chalk, table salt, and a wooden spoon to pull off some remarkable stuff.

O melhor sinal da riqueza não é manter uma agenda lotada, mas ter tempo disponível para se concentrar no que é importante.

Algebra is simple.

I hope to define my life, whatever is left, by migrations, south and north with the birds and far from the metallic fever of clocks, the self staring at the clock saying, "I must do this." I can't tell the time on the tongue of the river in the cool morning air, the smell of the ferment of greenery, the dust off the canyon's rock walls, the swallows swooping above the scent of raw water.

In 1958 a friend in San Francisco burned out his veins shooting up hot paregoric, a cheap high. It's safer for me to continue smoldering just below the temperature of actual flame wondering if there's a distant land where life freely flows like a river. Years ago in a high green pasture near timberline I watched a small black bear on its back rolling back and forth and shimmying to scratch its back, pawing the air with pleasure, not likely wanting to be anywhere or anyone else.

It seemed altogether right to him that they would drive through the small village of Paradise. It would be hard to find someone less demanding of life than Brown Dog and his current position was beyond his most strenuous ambitions.

He had an elaborate, to me, theory that even the simplest of us could raise the quality of our lives by vastly increasing our level of attention.

people largely envied people who lived a simple life, not that they couldn't do so themselves. It is actually easy when people aren't fond of clutter. You strip the life down to the bare boards underneath, the barest elements of shelter and food

By not letting places be themselves we show our contempt for them. We bury them in sentiment, then suffocate them to death in one way or another. I can ruin both the desert and the Museum of Modern Art in New York by carrying to them an insufferable load of distinctions that disallows actually seeing the flora and fauna or the paintings. Children are usually better at finding mushrooms and arrowheads because they are either ignorant of or unwilling to carry the load.

The world, simply enough, became as beautiful as it does to many children waking on a summer morning.