Category Archives: CONTENTMENT

All our Discontents about what we want, appeared to me, to spring from the Want of Thankfulness for what we have. Robinson Crusoe  (1719)

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http://www.luminarium.org/eightlit/defoe/defoequotes.htm

Daryl Hine “Among Islands”

We are exiles everywhere we go,
Stranded upon the verandah, castaways
In the family living room, like Crusoe,
Or like Philoctetes, festering,
Having given away the Herculean bow,
With nothing to call our own except the wound.

The bairnies cuddle doon at nicht Wi’ mirth that’s dear tae me. Alexander Anderson

 

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Weary

by C. J. Dennis (1876-1938)

Australian writer

Aw, I’m sick o’ the whole darn human race,
An’ I’m sick o’ this mundane ball;
I’m sick o’ the sight o’ me brother’s face,
An’ his works an’ talk an’ all;
I’m sick o’ he silly sounds I hear,
I’m sick o’ the sights I see;
Ole Omar K. he knew good cheer,
An’ it’s much the same with me.

Gimme a bit o’ a bough to sit
Beneath, an’ a book of rhyme,
An’ a cuddlemsome girl that sings a bit,
But don’t sing all the time:
That’s all I ask, an’ it’s only just;
For it’s all that I hold dear –
A bough an’ a book an’ a girl an’ a crust;
That, an’ a jug o’ beer.

Then I’ll cuddle me girl an’ I’ll quaff me ale
As we sit on the leafy floor;
An’ when the book an’ the beer jug fail,
I’ll cuddle me girl some more.
For jugs give out an’ books get slow.
But you can take my tip for square
Tho’ the bough an’ the book an’ the beer jug go,
The girl, she’s always there.

For I’m sick o’ the sight o’ me brother’s face,
An’ the world’s a sight too slow;
An’ I’m sick o’ tryin’ to go the pace,
When there ain’t no pace to go;
I’m sick o’ the “gilded halls of vice,”
An’ I’m sick o’ the “sainted shrine,”
I’m sick o’ me own an’ me friends’ advice,
An’ the gold that won’t be mine.

I’m sick o’ the sound o’ me fellow’s voice,
I’m sick o’ his schemes an’ shams;
O’ trying to choose when there ain’t no choice,
An’ of damin’ several dams;
So, gimme a girl that ain’t too slow,
You can keep your book of rhyme,
An’ you bough an’ bread an’ your beer. Wot O!
An’ I’ll cuddle her all the time.

http://alldownunder.com/australian-authors/cj-dennis/weary.htm

 

“Nobody can be uncheered with a balloon” Winnie the Pooh

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Balloon

Graham Nunn

Into the blue of August
a balloon has left
without saying goodbye.

Boys and girls
throw up their arms
as the roller-coaster crests.

Such a lonely dialogue.

http://anotherlostshark.com/tag/poems-about-the-ekka/

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Woroni (Canberra, ACT : 1950 – 2007), Friday 3 August 1984,

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The best way of travel, however, if you aren’t in any hurry at all, if you don’t care where you are going, if you don’t like to use your legs, if you don’t want to be annoyed at all by any choice of directions, is in a balloon. In a balloon, you can decide only when to start, and usually when to stop. The rest is left entirely to nature. William Sherman Pene du Bois

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“Accept that some days you are the pigeon, and some days you are the statue. Dilbert

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Pigeon

(Carl Sandburg)

The Flutter of blue pigeon’s wings
Under a river bridge
Hunting a clean dry arch,
A corner for a sleep–
This flutters here in a woman’s hand.

A singing sleep cry,
A drunken poignant two lines of song,
Somebody looking clean into yesterday
And remembering, or looking clean into
To-morrow, and reading–
This sings here as a woman’s sleep cry sings.

Pigeon friend of mine,
Fly on, sing on.

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Lepszy wróbel w garsci niz golab na dachu
It’s better to have a sparrow in your hand, than a pigeon on the roof.

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  • Rules are for the obedience of fools and the guidance of wise men.
    – Douglas Bader

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She learns to listen to her own heart and maintain her strength even as she hides these away beneath the scarf. She knows that sometimes the strongest force is a hidden one. JOY LUCK CLUB.

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A Poem: The Red Scarf

“I like your red scarf.” the worn lady said as she looked at the ground which served as her bed.

Our eyes never met though her words hung in my ears,

and as I walked on they became sharp and clear.

Rushing back to her corner she was still there – I gave her my scarf which she wrapped round her hair.

She looked up at me from her home on the ground, her words were soft so I knelt myself down.

“You didn’t just listen you heard what I said. It’s the warmth I was craving not the beautiful red.”

The gloves on my hands came off as well and I stood up to leave this poor woman’s hell.

As I walked away she called, “Come see me again! I’m always right here.” But she left that corner with me that day and in my mind is held dear.

http://imocat.hubpages.com/hub/A-Poem-The-Red-Scarf

 

 

 

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Love came up to me showing me that a contented mind is best for growth.

  • Sacred text: The Yasna 43

http://www.wisdomcommons.org/sessions/new/trackback

 

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Late Summer Fires

LES MURRAY

The paddocks shave black
with a foam of smoke that stays,
welling out of red-black wounds.

In the white of a drought
this happens.  The hardcourt game.
Logs that fume are mostly cattle,

inverted, stubby.  Tree stumps are kilns.
Walloped, wiped, hand-pumped,
even this day rolls over, slowly.

At dusk, a family drives sheep
out through the yellow
of the Aboriginal flag.

 

from
Subhuman Redneck Poems, 1996

No man ever wore a scarf as warm as his daughter’s arm around his neck.

http://www.islandireland.com/Pages/folk/sets/sayings.html

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I’d much rather be a woman than a man. Women can cry, they can wear cute clothes, and they’re the first to be rescued off sinking ships.
Gilda Radner

Just tell yourself, Duckie, you’re real quite lucky.” ― Dr. Seuss

 

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Contentment consists not in adding more fuel, but in taking away some fire; not in multiplying of wealth,  but in subtracting people’s desires.  Generally those who boast most of contentment have least of it. Their very boasting shows they want something and basely beg it, namely commendation.

Thomas Fuller

Three comforts of old age: fire, tea and tobacco. Welsh

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“It is so very easy and so very pleasant, too, to read only books which lead to nothing, light and interesting books, and the more the better, that it is almost as difficult to wean ourselves from it as from the habit of chewing tobacco to excess, or of smoking the whole time, or of depending for stimulus upon tea or coffee or spirits.”

― Charles Francis Adams

“I’ve learned that from a war ignited by revenge, nothing can be born, but sorrow.

– Aladdin” ― Shinobu Ohtaka

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To see an enemy humiliated gives a certain contentment, but this is jejune compared with the highly bent satisfaction of seeing him humiliated by your benevolent action or concession on his behalf. That is the sort of revenge which falls into the scale of virtue.

GEORGE ELIOT, The Mill on the Floss

All secrets are deep. All secrets become dark. That’s in the nature of secrets.

Cory Doctorow, Someone Comes To Town, Someone Leaves Town, 2005

http://www.quotationspage.com/subjects/secrets/

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“A woman once described a friend of hers as being such a keen listener that even the trees leaned toward her, as if they were speaking their innermost secrets into her listening ears. Over the years I’ve envisioned that woman’s silence, a hearing full and open enough that the world told her its stories. The green leaves turned toward her, whispering tales of soft breezes and the murmurs of leaf against leaf.”

― Linda Hogan, Dwellings: A Spiritual History of the Living World

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The Queenslander (Brisbane, Qld. : 1866 – 1939), Saturday 23 July 1910

For I have learned, in whatsoever state I am, therewith to be content.

[St. Paul In Philippians 4:11]

http://quotationsbook.com/quotes/tag/contentment/#sthash.3XJtP8Ny.dpbs

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“Health is the greatest possession. Contentment is the greatest treasure. Confidence is the greatest friend. Non-being is the greatest joy.”
― Lao Tzu

Out of intense complexities intense simplicities emerge.

CHURCHILL

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“If one’s life is simple, contentment has to come. Simplicity is extremely important for happiness. Having few desires, feeling satisfied with what you have, is very vital: satisfaction with just enough food, clothing, and shelter to protect yourself from the elements. And finally, there is an intense delight in abandoning faulty states of mind and in cultivating helpful ones in meditation.”

― Dalai Lama XIV

On matters of style, swim with the current, on matters of principle, stand like a rock.”

― Thomas Jefferson

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“I do not know how I may seem to others, but to myself I am only a small child wandering upon the vast shores of knowledge, every now and then finding a small bright pebble to be contented with.” Plato

Turn them tears into cheers

 

Allen Stevenson

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“I exist as I am, that is enough,
If no other in the world be aware I sit content,
An if each and all be aware I sit content.
One world is aware, and by the far the largest to me, and that
is myself,
And whether I come to my own today or in ten thousand
or ten million years,
I can cheerfully take it now, or with equal cheerfulness,
I can wait.”


–   Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass

 

http://www.gardendigest.com/cheer.htm

Words are cold, muddy toads trying to understand sprites dancing in a field-but they’re all we have.

― Yann Martel, Beatrice and Virgil

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“The smell of that buttered toast simply spoke to Toad, and with no uncertain voice; talked of warm kitchens, of breakfasts on bright frosty mornings, of cozy parlour firesides on winter evenings, when one’s ramble was over and slippered feet were propped on the fender; of the purring of contented cats, and the twitter of sleepy canaries.”
― Kenneth Grahame, The Wind in the Willows

Fear is an insidious and deadly thing. It can warp judgement, freeze reflexes, breed mistakes. Worse, it’s contagious. ― Jimmy Stewart

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“After great pain, a formal feeling comes —
The Nerves sit ceremonious, like Tombs —
The stiff Heart questions was it He, that bore,
And Yesterday, or Centuries before?
The Feet, mechanical, go round —
Of Ground, or Air, or Ought —
A Wooden way
Regardless grown,
A Quartz contentment, like a stone —
This is the Hour of Lead —
Remembered, if outlived,
As Freezing persons, recollect the Snow —
First — Chill — then Stupor — then the letting go —”

― Emily Dickinson

Life is not all clear sailing in calm waters.

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HE is the wisest, who has school’d his mind To adopt the current of the ruling wind. Blow whence it will, prepared for all event, With fortune’s dispensations .e’er content. Who with discernment both in time and place, Bends his opinion with a cheerful grace ; To him unknown the troubles which impart The constant fever of the stubborn heart.

Crescentem sequitur cura pecuniam, Major- unique fames — Care accompanies increasing wealth, and a craving for still greater riches. Horace.

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Our nature is inseparable from desires, and the very word "desire" (the craving for something not possessed) implies that our present felicity is not complete. Hobbes.

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