It doesn't matter how long we may have been stuck in a sense of our limitations. If we go into a darkened room and turn on the light, it doesn't matter if the room ahs been dark for a day, a week, or ten thousand years - we turn on the light and it is illuminated. Once we control our capacity for love and happiness, the light has been turned on. . -Sharon Salzberg.
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It is neither wealth nor splendor; but tranquility and occupation which give you happiness.
It is neither wealth nor splendor; but tranquility and occupation which give you happiness.
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.
Each moment of a happy lover's hour is worth an age of dull and common life
Each moment of a happy lover's hour is worth an age of dull and common life
The greatest happiness of the greatest number.
[Lat., La massima felicita divisa nel maggior numero.]
The greatest happiness of the greatest number.
[Lat., La massima felicita divisa nel maggior numero.]
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.
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.
Oh, Mirth and Innocence! Oh, Milk and Water!
Ye happy mixture of more happy days!
Oh, Mirth and Innocence! Oh, Milk and Water!
Ye happy mixture of more happy days!
The happiness of most people we know is not ruined by great catastrophes or fatal errors, but by the repetition read more
The happiness of most people we know is not ruined by great catastrophes or fatal errors, but by the repetition of slowly destructive little things.
Pure love produces pure nonsense.
Pure love produces pure nonsense.
