'Content' is a word that has never sat well with me. Like 'maturity'. They are two words I've never liked. I think they imply some sort of decay. A settling.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I just feel like content is content; people want to see it resonate.
Contentment is, after all, simply refined indolence.
If I couldn't use food or love to define contentment, I would use reading.
True contentment is a thing as active as agriculture. It is the power of getting out of any situation all that there is in it. It is arduous and it is rare.
We cannot be contented because we are happy, and we cannot be happy because we are contented.
To be content with little is hard; to be content with much, impossible.
When you make content, you try things, and they don't always work. You learn from it and figure out what's next.
I figure if I have my health, can pay the rent and I have my friends, I call it 'content.'
Content is a word unknown to life; it is also a word unknown to man.
Content begets content.