Quotes
Quotes about Content
From labour health, from health contentment spring; Contentment opes the source of every joy.
In Paris a queer little man you may see, A little man all in gray; Rosy and round as an apple is he, Content with the present whate'er it may be, While from care and from cash he is equally free, And merry both night and day! "Ma foi! I laugh at the world," says he, "I laugh at the world, and the world laughs at me!" What a gay little man in gray.
Contented wi' little, and cantie wi' mair.
I would do what I pleased, and doing what I pleased, I should have my will, and having my will, I should be contented; and when one is contented, there is no more to be desired; and when there is no more to be desired, there is an end of it.
In a cottage I live, and the cot of content, Where a few little rooms for ambition too low, Are furnish'd as plain as a patriarch's tent, With all for convenience, but nothing for show: Like Robinson Crusoe's, both peaceful and pleasant, By industry stor'd, like the hive of a bee; And the peer who looks down with contempt on a peasant. Can ne'er be look'd up to with envy by me.
We'll therefore relish with content, Whate'er kind providence has sent, Nor aim beyond our pow'r; For, if our stock be very small, 'Tis prudent to enjoy it all, Nor lose the present hour.
What happiness the rural maid attends, In cheerful labour while each day she spends! She gratefully receives what Heav'n has sent, And, rich in poverty, enjoys content.
Where wealth and freedom reign, contentment fails, And honour sinks where commerce long prevails.
Happy the man, of mortals happiest he, Whose quiet mind from vain desires is free; Whom neither hopes deceive, nor fears torment, But lives at peace, within himself content; In thought, or act, accountable to none But to himself, and to the gods alone.
Sweet are the thoughts that savour of content; The quiet mind is richer than a crown; Sweet are the nights in careless slumber spent; The poor estate scorns fortune's angry frown: Such sweet content, such minds, such sleep, such bliss, Beggars enjoy, when princes oft do miss.
Woe is me, my mother, that thou hast borne me a man of strife and a man of contention to the whole earth! I have neither lent on usury, nor men have lent to me on usury; yet every one of them doth curse me.
A continual dropping in a very rainy day and a contentious woman are alike.
'Tis a hydra's head contention; the more they strive the more they may: and as Praxiteles did by his glass, when he saw a scurvy face in it, brake it in pieces; but for that one he saw many more as bad in a moment.
But curb thou the high spirit in thy breast, For gentle ways are best, and keep aloof From sharp contentions.
Contentions fierce, Ardent, and dire, spring from no petty cause.
Be content with your lot; one cannot be first in everything.
Content is a word unknown to life; it is also a word unknown to man.
The secret of contentment is knowing how to enjoy what you have, and to be able to lose all desire for things beyond your reach.
Content makes poor men rich; discontentment makes rich men poor.
Contentment is, after all, simply refined indolence.
The contented man can be happy with what appears to be useless.
Patience is the key to contentment.
It is right to be contented with what we have, but never with what we are.
If you can look back on your life with contentment, you have one of man's most precious giftsâa selective memory.
It is not our circumstances that create our discontent or contentment. It is us.
