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Happiness is the art of never holding in your mind the memory of any unpleasant thing that has passed.
Happiness is the art of never holding in your mind the memory of any unpleasant thing that has passed.
Don't wait around for other people to be happy for you. Any happiness you get you've got to make yourself.
Don't wait around for other people to be happy for you. Any happiness you get you've got to make yourself.
Happiness is not given but exchanged.
Happiness is not given but exchanged.
Money may not buy happiness, but it can damn well give it!
Money may not buy happiness, but it can damn well give it!
Being happy doesn't mean that everything is perfect. It means that you've decided to look beyond the imperfections.
Being happy doesn't mean that everything is perfect. It means that you've decided to look beyond the imperfections.
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.
In life, we must not look to make ourselves happy, but instead, we must strive to love others and our read more
In life, we must not look to make ourselves happy, but instead, we must strive to love others and our own happiness will come of thier satisfaction.
Don't rely on someone else for your happiness and self worth. Only you can be responsible for that. If you read more
Don't rely on someone else for your happiness and self worth. Only you can be responsible for that. If you can't love and respect yourself - no one else will be able to make that happen. Accept who you are - completely; the good and the bad - and make changes as YOU see fit - not because you think someone else wants you to be different.
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.
