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A sorrow's crown of sorrow is remembering happier times.
A sorrow's crown of sorrow is remembering happier times.
The Grand essentials of happiness are: something to do, something to love, and something to hope for. Anon -Allan K. read more
The Grand essentials of happiness are: something to do, something to love, and something to hope for. Anon -Allan K. Chalmers.
It isn't what you have, or who you are, or where you are, or what you are doing that makes read more
It isn't what you have, or who you are, or where you are, or what you are doing that makes you happy or unhappy. It is what you think about.
Given the amount of unjust suffering and unhappiness in the world, I am deeply grateful for, sometimes even perplexed by, read more
Given the amount of unjust suffering and unhappiness in the world, I am deeply grateful for, sometimes even perplexed by, how much misery I have been spared.
The best years of your life are the ones in which you decide your problems are your own. You do read more
The best years of your life are the ones in which you decide your problems are your own. You do not blame them on your mother, the ecology, or the president. You realize that you control your own destiny.
If you want to live a happy life, tie it to a goal, not to people or things.
If you want to live a happy life, tie it to a goal, not to people or things.
Happiness is possible only when one is busy. The body must toil, the mind must be occupied, and the heart read more
Happiness is possible only when one is busy. The body must toil, the mind must be occupied, and the heart must be satisfied. Those who do good as opportunity offers are sowing seed all the time, and they need not doubt the harvest.
'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.
Real happiness is cheap enough, yet how dearly we pay for its
counterfeit.
Real happiness is cheap enough, yet how dearly we pay for its
counterfeit.
