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So live that your memories will be part of your happiness.
So live that your memories will be part of your happiness.
Three grand essentials to happiness in this life are something to do, something to love, and something to hope for.
Three grand essentials to happiness in this life are something to do, something to love, and something to hope for.
Happiness is being married to your best friend.
Happiness is being married to your best friend.
It's afterwards you realize that the feeling of happiness you had with a man didn't necessarily prove that you loved read more
It's afterwards you realize that the feeling of happiness you had with a man didn't necessarily prove that you loved him
Happiness is essentially a state of going somewhere, wholeheartedly, one-directionally, without regret or reservation.
Happiness is essentially a state of going somewhere, wholeheartedly, one-directionally, without regret or reservation.
There is no point to samba if it doesn't make you smile.
There is no point to samba if it doesn't make you smile.
'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.
Happiness cannot be traveled to, owned, earned, or worn. It is the spiritual experience of living every minute with love, read more
Happiness cannot be traveled to, owned, earned, or worn. It is the spiritual experience of living every minute with love, grace & gratitude.
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.
