happiness [Theme] Page 405

- I know I'll die, she thought. - And you know it better than you, here's the thing, this is why things that you think are just a chaotic conglomeration of sounds for me and crying, and screaming, and dancing; this is why that for you everyday, I take it as happiness, as a gift.

Just a few days it became my daily portion of happiness.

On the cheeks my tears flowed, not only from laughing but also from too much happiness.

Happiness and self-sufficiency are incompatible.

Sometimes nature, accessible to reason, is entitled to claim the happiness no less than the most resolute temper.

Some people don't need happiness, he did not recognize him, even if faced with him head on.

To make life happy, you need to love the daily trivia. The brightness of the clouds, the rustle of the bamboo, chirping flocks of sparrows, the faces of passers-by - in all these everyday stuff you need to find a higher pleasure.

For every bright day Il sweet moment
Tears and anguish will pay you fortunes.

I'm ready to die right now, Clem, I'm so happy...

You can lie on the bridge and watch as the water flows.
Or run, or wander through the swamp in the red boots, or to just curl up and listen to the rain on the roof.
To be happy is very easy.

You can collect cloudy days, failures and half-empty wallets... and be unhappy. You can collect smiles, handshakes, sunshine, beautiful music, delicious smells... and be happy!

Happiness is a gift, it is innate. If you have, still be happy. But unhappy attitude is a gift. Can be equally valuable.
Happiness lulls the soul, a misfortune develops.

It's very simple and at the same time extremely difficult. Just because you only need to change the attitude and say to yourself: "I will Not seek happiness". And from that moment I am free and independent and see the world own and not someone else's eyes. Going to look for not happiness, and adventure.
But it is difficult because people have given me: happiness is the only goal worth striving for. How not to look for him? Why join on a dangerous path that others walk not at risk?
And what, in the end, happiness?
Love, answer me. But love doesn't bring and never has brought happiness. On the contrary: love is the longing and confusion of the fight, this night without sleep, when tormented by the question whether you do. True love is composed of ecstasy and agony.
Money brings happiness. Very well, who has enough money to provide a higher standard of living, can no longer work. However, they work feverishly, as if afraid to lose everything. Bring money... no, not happiness, and money. Poverty might bring unhappiness, but the reverse is not true.
When I am among a few people want to provoke them by asking one of the most important questions of our existence, all answer: "I'm happy".
I continue: "But don't you want more? Don't you want to continue growth and development?" "Of course I do", with one voice answer me.
"Then you're not happy," I say. And my interlocutors prefer to change the subject.

In actual happiness always looks miserable next to the flowery prikrasni unhappiness. And, of course, stability isn't nearly so spectacular as instability. And satisfaction completely devoid of romance battles with evil rock, there are colorful of the struggle with temptation, no ghosting disastrous doubts and passions. Happiness is never Grand.