#contentment

Rosethorn had gone to her room the moment Niko started to cough. Now she returned with her syrup and a firm look in her eye. "I thought you were having trouble last night. Drink this." She poured some into a cup and held it out to him. Niko looked at it as if she offered him rotten fish. "I am fine. I am per-" He couldn't even finish the sentence for coughing. "It's not bad," said Tris, crossing her fingers behind her back. "Really, tastes like-like mangoes." Niko looked at her, then took the cup and downed its contents. The four watched with interest as his cheeks turned pale, then scarlet. "That's terrible (exclamation point)" he cried, his voice a thin squeak. "Maybe I was thinking of some other syrup," Tris remarked with a straight face. ↗

— Tamora Pierce

#niko #tris #contentment

Sweet are the thoughts that savour of content, The quiet mind is richer than a crown... ↗

— Robert Greene

#peace #quiet #contentment

It was her last breakfast with Bapi, her last morning in Greece. In her frenetic bliss that kept her up till dawn, she’d scripted a whole conversation in Greek for her and Bapi to have as their grand finale of the summer. Now she looked at him contentedly munching on his Rice Krispies, waiting for the right juncture for launchtime. He looked up at her briefly and smiled, and she realized something important. This was how they both liked it. Though most people felt bonded by conversation, Lena and Bapi were two of a kind who didn’t. They bonded by the routine of just eating cereal together. She promptly forgot her script and went back to her cereal. At one point, when she was down to just milk, Bapi reached over and put his hand on hers. ‘You’re my girl,’ he said. And Lena knew she was. ↗

— Ann Brashares

#greece #language #contentment

‎"I'm in a win-win playoff. " Response of a Christian dying of cancer at thirty on the prospect of miraculous healing. ↗

— Billy Graham

#victory #faith

She had had her momentary flowering, a year, perhaps, of wildrose beauty, and then she had suddenly swollen like a fertilized fruit and grown hard and red and coarse, and then her life had been laundering, scrubbing, laundering, first for children, then for grandchildren, over thirty years. At the end of it she was still singing. ↗

— George Orwell

#joy #motherhood #singing #beauty

Health is the greatest possession. Contentment is the greatest treasure. Confidence is the greatest friend. Non-being is the greatest joy. ↗

— Lao Tzu

#confidence #contentment #friend #greatest #health

Good friends, good books, and a sleepy conscience: this is the ideal life. ↗

— Mark Twain

#contentment #friends #friendship #life #friendship

There is no end of craving. Hence contentment alone is the best way to happiness. Therefore, acquire contentment. ↗

— Sivananda

#alone #best #best way #contentment #craving

This happiness consisted of nothing else but the harmony of the few things around me with my own existence, a feeling of contentment and well-being that needed no changes and no intensification. ↗

— Herman Hesse

#changes #consisted #contentment #else #existence

Enjoy losing weight. Enjoy eating healthy, delicious food. Do not wait until you reach your destination to feel good. Take as much happiness and joy as you can from your weight loss journey. ↗

— Harry Papas

#healthy-diet #healthy-living #inspirational #positive-thinking #weight-loss