You have made us for yourself, and our hearts are restless till they find their rest in you.
Augustine of Hippo

Those who are God’s without reserve are, in every sense, content.
Hannah Whitall Smith

Deep peace of the running wave to you.
Deep peace of the flowing air to you.
Deep peace of the quiet earth to you.
Deep peace of the shining stars to you.
Deep peace of the Son of Peace to you.
Celtic blessing

If we have no peace, it is because we have forgotten that we belong to each other.
Mother Teresa

The peace of God is that eternal calm which lies far too deep down to be reached by any external trouble or disturbance.
Arthur T. Pierson

To be glad of life, because it gives you the chance to love and to work and to play and to look up at the stars; to be satisfied with your possessions, but not contented with yourself until you have made the best of them; to despise nothing in the world except falsehood and meanness, and to fear nothing except cowardice; to be governed by your admirations rather than by your disgusts; to covet nothing that is your neighbor’s except his kindness of heart and gentleness of manners; to think seldom of your enemies, often of your friends, and every day of Christ; and to spend as much time as you can, with body and with spirit, in God’s out-of-doors- these are little guideposts on the footpath to peace
Henry Van Dyke

Now, once again loaded with responsibilities- two orphaned teenage boys, an elderly alcoholic brother, and a household- bereaved and sorrowing, ill and tired, Jack [C. S. Lewis] discovered one of the greatest secrets of life: that no matter what is actually happening around you, you can still be content if you hand your life over entirely to Christ.  Jack settled into a contentment that is hard to understand.  He had to retire from Cambridge University.  He was no longer able to go for the long walks he had delighted in.  He was not allowed to drink wine or beer, not allowed to eat anything other than a strict diet prescribed by his doctors.  All the pleasures of his life had been taken away from him as also had been the love of his life [the loss of his wife], and yet he was content.  He was in that rare stature in which his physical disabilities and his emotional distresses no longer affected his happiness or lack of it.  He had finally become able to make God the center of his life and to regard himself as merely a bit player in the drama.  He was not exactly happy; he had merely come to the conclusion that his happiness was not what he should be seeking at all.  In fact it was completely irrelevant, and therefore he was content to be without it.
Douglas Gresham