#contentment

Happiness is seeing blessings in disguise, beauty under camouflage, and love amid conflict. ↗

— Richelle E. Goodrich

#blessings #contentment #happiness #joy #love

Satiety depends not at all on how much we eat, but on how we eat. It's the same with happiness, the very same...happiness doesn't depend on how many external blessings we have snatched from life. It depends only on our attitude toward them. There's a saying about it in the Taoist ethic: 'Whoever is capable of contentment will always be satisfied. ↗

— Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn

#happiness #attitude

Mama told me to make a special point to remember the best times of my life. There are so many hard things to live through, and latching on to the good things will give you strength to endure, she says. So I must remember this day. It is beautiful and this seems like the best time to live and the best place ↗

— Nancy E. Turner

#life #beauty

Ultimate prosperity is one's value within. It takes a man of depth, morality, and charm to be envied yet without a sign of wealth or romance. A passion to prove such inner worth is his permission to achieve whatever he desires. ↗

— Criss Jami

#charm #contentment #depth #desire #envy

Search for contentment in each person you meet. ↗

— Steve Maraboli

#contentment #inspirational #kindness #motivational #inspirational

Our greatest limitation isn't the leader of the lives; it is the spirit within us. ↗

— John MacArthur

#leadership #leadership

Sage.” He laughed. “I’m into anything, so long as you’re with me. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#contentment #happiness #love #sydney-sage #love

Be like the flower, content with its nature. ↗

— Seth D.

#contentment #desire #happiness #identity #living

For the briefest moment, they came face to face. Their eyes locked. Then he broke the stare, swiveled, sank into a sitting position, chains clanking, with his knees up. She watched him speechlessly as he set a cooler bag between his boots, like he was settling down to a picnic or something. An image of the contents as hospital blood bags, complete with juice straws, flashed through her mind. Unfolding her legs, she made herself as comfortable as she could on the cold outer edge of the sill. An intangible and unnameable charge electrified the space between them, and at first, neither of them said anything. [...] Finally she heard him unzip the bag and watched him pull out a small cylinder. "I thought you might like some crappy ice cream," he said. ↗

— Kelly Creagh

#roof-picnic #varen #contentment

we're all golden sunflowers inside. ↗

— Allen Ginsberg

#happiness #love #love