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"Three be the things I shall never attain: Envy, content, and sufficient champagne."
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"We often feel that we lack something, and seem to see that very quality in someone else, promptly attributing all our own qualities to him too, and a kind of ideal contentment as well. And so the happy mortal is a model of complete perfection--which we have ourselves created."
"Content makes poor men rich; discontent makes rich men poor."
"I would rather be what God chose to make me than the most glorious creature that I could think of; for to have been born in God's thought, and then made by God is the dearest, grandest, and most precious thing in all thinking."This is a prayer of contentment."
"True contentment... is the power of getting out of any situation all that there is in it. It is arduous and it is rare."
"I am satisfied, and sufficiently occupied with the things which are, without tormenting or troubling myself about those which may indeed be, but of which I have no evidence."
"I am boring, but I'm ok with it. I'm the anchor, the shoulder...I'm an average man...with a truly extraordinary wife."
"In individuals as in nations, contentment is silent, which tends to unbalance the historical record."
"When you're unhappy, you get to pay a lot of attention to yourself. And you get to take yourself oh so very seriously. Your truly happy people, which is to say, your people who truly like themselves, they don't think about themselves very much. Your unhappy person resents it when you try to cheer him up, because that means he has to stop dwellin' on himself and start payin' attention to the universe. Unhappiness is the ultimate form of self-indulgence."
"Be grateful for the things you don't have that you don't want."
"I'm really a very happy, contented little person in spite of my broken heart."
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"And there was that poor sucker Flaubert rolling around on his floor for three days looking for the right word."
"This wasn't just plain terrible, this was fancy terrible. This was terrible with raisins in it."
"My love runs by like a day in June, And he makes no friends of sorrows. He'll tread his galloping rigadoon In the pathway of the morrows. He'll live his days where the sunbeams start, Nor could storm or wind uproot him. My own dear love, he is all my heart, -- And I wish somebody'd shoot him."
"I never see that prettiest thing-A cherry bough gone white with Spring-But what I think, 'How gay 'twould beTo hang me from a flowering tree."
"Some men break your heart in two,Some men fawn and flatter,Some men never look at you;And that cleans up the matter."
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