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Happiness is like a butterfly: the more you chase it, the more it will elude you. But if you turn read more
Happiness is like a butterfly: the more you chase it, the more it will elude you. But if you turn your attention to other things, it will come and sit softly on your shoulder."
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.
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
But what is happiness except the simple harmony between a man and the life he leads.
But what is happiness except the simple harmony between a man and the life he leads.
Happiness has many roots, but none more important than security.
Happiness has many roots, but none more important than security.
Many persons have the wrong idea of what constitutes true happiness. It is not attained through self-gratification but through fidelity read more
Many persons have the wrong idea of what constitutes true happiness. It is not attained through self-gratification but through fidelity to a worthy purpose.
Happiness consists in activity; such as the constitution of our nature; it is a running stream, and not a stagnant read more
Happiness consists in activity; such as the constitution of our nature; it is a running stream, and not a stagnant pool.
Happiness seems to be the result of something happening — inactivity is not very exhilarating.
Happiness seems to be the result of something happening — inactivity is not very exhilarating.
The greatest happiness of life it the conviction that we are loved - loved for ourselves, or rather, loved in read more
The greatest happiness of life it the conviction that we are loved - loved for ourselves, or rather, loved in spite of ourselves. -Victor Hugo.
