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Quotes about Contentment

I'd rather be a few pounds heavier and enjoy life than be worried all the time.
— Drew Barrymore
It is impossible to be both selfish and happy
— Joyce Meyer
If you don't take inventory of your blessings, ingratitude will try to steal them from you.
— Matshona Dhliwayo
A sense of calm came over me. More and more often I found myself thinking, "This is where I belong. This is what I came into this world to do.
— Jane Goodall
Little is much, If love abides.
— Janette Oke
Don't you ever mind, she asked suddenly, not being rich enough to buy all the books you want?
— Edith Wharton
She had everything she wanted, but she still felt, at times, that there were other things she might want if she knew about them.
— Edith Wharton
Believe me, all of you, the best way to help the places we live in is to be glad we live there.
— Edith Wharton
She often climbed up the hill and lay there alone for the mere pleasure of feeling the wind and of rubbing her cheeks in the grass. Generally at such times she did not think of anything, but lay immersed in an in an inarticulate well-being.
— Edith Wharton
Once—twice—you gave me the chance to escape from my life, and I refused it: refused it because I was a coward. Afterward I saw my mistake—I saw I could never be happy with what had contented me before. But it was too late: you had judged me—I understood. It was too late for happiness—but not too late to be helped by the thought of what I had missed. That is all I have lived on—don't take it from me now!
— Edith Wharton
Newland never seems to look ahead,' Mrs. Welland once ventured to complain to her daughter; and May answered serenely: 'No; but you see it doesn't matter, because when there's nothing particular to do he reads a book.
— Edith Wharton
One may be strengthened & fed without the aid of Joy, & no one knows it better than I do; & I believe I know the only cure, which is to make one's center of life inside of one's self, not selfishly or excludingly, but with a kind of unassailable serenity—to decorate one's inner house so richly that one is content there, glad to welcome anyone who wants to come and stay, but happy all the same when one is inevitably alone.
— Edith Wharton