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Happiness is the absence of the striving for happiness.
Happiness is the absence of the striving for happiness.
Most folks are as happy as they make up their minds to be.
Most folks are as happy as they make up their minds to be.
If happiness could be brought, few of us could pay the price.
If happiness could be brought, few of us could pay the price.
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
Achievement of your happiness is the only moral purpose of your life, and that happiness, not pain or mindless self-indulgence, read more
Achievement of your happiness is the only moral purpose of your life, and that happiness, not pain or mindless self-indulgence, is the proof of your moral integrity, since it is the proof and the result of your loyalty to the achievement of your values.
The really happy person is one who can enjoy the scenery when on a detour. -Unknown.
The really happy person is one who can enjoy the scenery when on a detour. -Unknown.
He who is overly attached to his family members experiences fear and sorrow, for the root of all grief is read more
He who is overly attached to his family members experiences fear and sorrow, for the root of all grief is attachment. Thus one should discard attachment to be happy.
Happiness comes from spiritual wealth, not material wealth... Happiness comes from giving, not getting. If we try hard to bring read more
Happiness comes from spiritual wealth, not material wealth... Happiness comes from giving, not getting. If we try hard to bring happiness to others, we cannot stop it from coming to us also. To get joy, we must give it, and to keep joy, we must scatter it. . -John Templeton.
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.
