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We bliss would taste in heaven
But with the world we wish to leave.

... every human being, coming to Earth, became a star. Each of us was an event and a happy event. The child was enjoying the last moments of great bliss, and rightly so, because it was extremely unlikely that he was destined ever to experience such feelings; except to plunge naked into the icy water, pre-vykushav three liters of Irish whiskey.

Nightfall - the hour when fears leave the peeling walls, and sorrow mitigated, when the soul, proudly waving his wings, rises over the sleeping humanity.

After all, one swallow does not make spring and one [warm] day, too; so neither one day nor a brief time are not made blessed and happy.

- No, I don't understand - with feigned indignation exclaimed Ilona. - Why there is no method of suicide: lie in the bath with rose petals, drink a glass of strawberry juice, eat chocolate and die from bliss?!

Didn't know cheering for him from the bliss of these moments, or cry because they are gone.

Blessed are the only one who has a chair in the morning without coercion,
That food and stomach and all available pleasures.

If you serve God for eternal bliss, you serve yourself, not God.

On the threshold of Bliss sitting warty toad of Doubt, and bulging eyes, do not let a man there.

The bliss of death is that there is no pain, and no consciousness of self.

A wise man said to the rich:
I swear in the name of God that when you leave this world, to anything so will not seek to return to it again and to do good, to be rewarded with eternal bliss and save ourselves from punishment. So do the same good deeds now while you are in this world before you leave it and will never be able to return again.

The only criterion for life is bliss. If you don't feel that life is bliss, then know that you are going in the wrong direction.

Bliss is always homeless, always a tramp. Happiness has a home, have a misery have a home, but bliss is not at home. It is like a white cloud, which has no roots anywhere.
As soon as you put down roots, bliss disappears, you are chained to the ground and begin to cling. Home means safety, security, comfort, convenience. By and large, if all of these things together into one thing, home means death. The more you live, the more homeless.
To be a seeker - this is the main meaning - it means to live in danger to live in insecurity, to live without knowing what will happen next... always remain open, always be able to be surprised, to keep feeling wonderful. While you may be surprised you are alive. The English word wonder - "feel the wonderful and amazing" - and wander - "to wander, to wander" - derived from the same root. Transfixed, the mind loses the sense of amazing and wonderful, because you can't wander and wander. Wanderings like a migratory bird, like a cloud, and each moment will bring countless surprises. Stay homeless. Being homeless does not mean not to live in the house; it only means to be connected to nothing. Even if you live in the Palace, do not be attached to him. If it's time to move on, go and not look back. Nothing is keeping you. Use everything, enjoy everything, but stay master.

Happiness is not conditional: in order to be happy, nothing. You only need to be alive, and this you have, that you already have. You need to be conscious - and that you already have. Bliss is your very nature.