#contentment

Peace, plenty, and contentment reign throughout our borders, and our beloved country presents a sublime moral spectacle to the world. ↗

— James K. Polk

#beloved #beloved country #borders #contentment #country

Yet better for one of my nature to have it that way than to have life a peaceful, placid flow of quiet contentment. I must have days of rushing excitement. ↗

— Dawn Powell

#contentment #days #excitement #flow #i

I don't look for bliss, just contentment. ↗

— Alison Krauss

#contentment #i #just #look

I was especially perceptive to all things beautiful that morning—raspberries in blue china bowls were enough to make the heart sing. ↗

— Irene Hunt

#contentment #happiness #little-things #beauty

One often learns more from ten days of agony than ten years of contentment. ↗

— Merle Shain

#contentment #days #learns #more #often

Happiness, contentment, the health and growth of the soul, depend, as men have proved over and over again, upon some simple issue, some single turning of the soul. ↗

— George A. Smith

#again #contentment #depend #growth #happiness

Alas! if the principles of contentment are not within us, the height of station and worldly grandeur will as soon add a cubit to a man's stature as to his happiness. ↗

— Laurence Sterne

#alas #contentment #grandeur #happiness #height

It occurred to me that the voracious ambition of humans is never sated by dreams coming true, because the is always the thought that everything might be done better and again ↗

— John Green

#dreams #fault #fulfillment #hazel-grace-lancaster #in

...ambition or contentment? This simple question led me back to a more balanced view of life and put me in touch with the Me I used to know... ↗

— John Geddes

#balanced-life #contentment #self #life

That same night, I wrote my first short story. It took me thirty minutes. It was a dark little tale about a man who found a magic cup and learned that if he wept into the cup, his tears turned into pearls. But even though he had always been poor, he was a happy man and rarely shed a tear. So he found ways to make himself sad so that his tears could make him rich. As the pearls piled up, so did his greed grow. The story ended with the man sitting on a mountain of pearls, knife in hand, weeping helplessly into the cup with his beloved wife's slain body in his arms. ↗

— Khaled Hosseini

#cring #fables #greed #poverty #sorrow