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Happiness is an inside job.
Happiness is an inside job.
One ought to seek out virtue for its own sake, without being influenced by fear or hope, or by any read more
One ought to seek out virtue for its own sake, without being influenced by fear or hope, or by any external influence. Moreover, that in that does happiness consist. Victor Hugo -Diogenes Laertius.
Being happy doesn't always make us grateful, but being grateful will always make us happy.
Being happy doesn't always make us grateful, but being grateful will always make us happy.
If solid happiness we prize,
Within our breast this jewel lies,
And they are fools who roam;
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If solid happiness we prize,
Within our breast this jewel lies,
And they are fools who roam;
The world has nothing to bestow,
From our own selves our bliss must flow,
And that dear hut,--our home.
Happiness is not having what you want. It is wanting what you have. -Unknown.
Happiness is not having what you want. It is wanting what you have. -Unknown.
'Twas a jolly old pedagogue, long ago,
Tall and slender, and sallow and dry;
His form was read more
'Twas a jolly old pedagogue, long ago,
Tall and slender, and sallow and dry;
His form was bent, and his gait was slow,
His long thin hair was white as snow,
But a wonderful twinkle shone in his eye.
And he sang every night as he went to bed,
"Let us be happy down here below:
The living should live, though the dead be dead."
Said the jolly old pedagogue long ago.
There comes
For ever something between us and what
We deem our happiness.
There comes
For ever something between us and what
We deem our happiness.
Happiness is like jam. You can't spread even a little without getting some on yourself.
Happiness is like jam. You can't spread even a little without getting some on yourself.
I certainly wasn't happy. Happiness has to do with reason, and only reason earns it. What I was given was read more
I certainly wasn't happy. Happiness has to do with reason, and only reason earns it. What I was given was the thing you can't earn, and can't keep, and often don't even recognize at the time; I mean joy. Mary Baker Eddy -Ursula K. LeGuin.