Quotes About Happiness

Dac? ar exista un acces direct la bucuria mistic?, la jubilarea în Divinitate - f?r? a fi silit s? parcurgi drumul spinos al experienÈ›ei întregi È™i toate antecedentele chinuitoare ale extazului -, atunci soluÈ›ia terestr? a fericirii ar fi la îndemâna oricui. Cum un astfel de acces nu exist?, suntem condamnaÈ›i a urca o scar?, f?r? a-i atinge vreodat? ultima treapt?.

At best, we conceive happiness; never felicity, prerogative of civilizations based on the idea of salvation, on the refusal to savor one's sufferings, to revel in them; but, sybarites of suffering, scions of a masochistic tradition, which of us would hesitate between the Benares sermon and Baudelaire's Heautontimoroumenos? I am both wound and knife"—that is our absolute, our eternity.

Fericirea noastr?, a modernilor, este c? ne-am descoperit infernul în suflet.

Sculîndu-m? din pat în toiul nopÅ£ii, primul meu gînd a fost s? m? arunc în mare din înaltul falezei. Dar noaptea era perfect?, ireproÅŸabil?; pur ÅŸi simplu m-a f?cut fericit.

Dintre filosofi nu sunt interesanÈ›i decât cei care nemaiavând ce gândi s-au apucat s? caute fericirea.

Soy un cobarde, no puedo soportar el sufrimiento de ser feliz.» Para calar a alguien, para conocerlo realmente, me basta ver cómo reacciona a estas palabras de Keats. Si no comprende inmediatamente, inútil continuar.

I shall never utterly admire anyone except a man dishonored — and happy. There is a man, I should say, who defies the opinion of his fellows and who finds consolation and happiness in himself alone.

In Europe, happiness stops at Vienna. Beyond, misery upon misery, since the beginning.

Happy in love, Adam would have spared us History.

To be "happy" you must constantly bear in mind the miseries you have escaped. This would be a way for memory to redeem itself, since ordinarily it preserves only disasters, eager — and with what success! — to sabotage happiness.

Not to haw been born, merely musing on that-what happiness, what freedom, what space!

Not to have been born, merely musing on that—what happiness, what freedom, what space!

We cannot elude existence by explanations, we can only endure it, love it or hate it, adore it or dread it, in that alternation of happiness and horror which expresses the very rhythm of being, its oscillations, its dissonances, its bright or bitter vehemences.

I have never known a single sensation of fulfillment, of true happiness, without thinking that it was the moment when — now or never — I should disappear for good.

Where does happiness begin? When we have persuaded ourselves that there is no truth. All salvation comes thenceforth, even salvation through nothing. He who does not believe in the impossibility of truth, or does not rejoice in it, has only one road to salvation, which he will, however, never find.

It is not misfortune but happiness—insolent happiness, it is true—which leads to rancor and sarcasm.

El ser verdaderamente solitario no es el que ha sido abandonado por los hombres, sino el que sufre en medio de ellos, el que arrastra su desierto en las ferias y despliega sus talentos de leproso sonriente, de comediante de lo irreparable. Los grandes solitarios de antaño eran felices, no conocían el doblez, no tenían nada que ocultar: no se relacionaban más que con su propia soledad…

Toate aceste popoare fericite, ghiftuite: francezi, englezi...O, eu nu sunt de aici, am în spate veacuri de nefericire. M-am n?scut într-un popor f?r? noroc. Fericirea se sfârÈ™eÈ™te la Viena; mai departe, Blestemul!

So long as I give myself up to physical exercise, manual labor, I am happy, fulfilled; once I stop, I am seized by dizziness, and I can think of nothing but giving up for good.

Music is the refuge of souls ulcerated by happiness.

We rightly scorn those who have no made use of their defects, who have not exploited their deficiencies, and have not been enriched by their losses, as we despise any man who does not suffer at being a man or simply at being. Hence no graver insult can be inflicted than to call someone 'happy', no greater flattery than to grant him a 'vein of melancholy'... This is because gaiety is linked to no important action and because, except for the mad, no one laughs when he is alone.

If people can just love each other a little bit, they can be so happy.

I have but one passion: to enlighten those who have been kept in the dark, in the name of humanity which has suffered so much and is entitled to happiness. My fiery protest is simply the cry of my very soul.

Encara que sabem que el tresor dels llibres mai no és real i no és essencial per sobreviure, tots els lectors busquem als llibres la metàfora de la felicitat. Aunque sabemos que el tesoro de los libros nunca es real y no es esencial para sobrevivir, todos los lectores buscamos en los libros la metáfora de la felicidad