Quotes About Happiness

gülmek, derinlemesine yaÅŸamakt?r.

I've always had the sense that my life is run by other people. Except for a few years after Martin died. Those were the toughest years, I was alone with my children, I had to cope by myself. Complete poverty. You won't believe this, but nowadays when I look back, those are my happiest years.

A sudden happiness, a feeling of bliss, the joy that came of freedom and a new life - these were the gifts she had left him.

What is unbearable in life is not being, but being one's self. To live, there is no happiness there. Living: carrying around the world one's painful self. But being, being is happiness. Being: to transform into a fountain, a stone basin in which the universe descends like a lukewarm rain - Postface by François Ricard, translated from French

Nel vivere non c'è alcuna felicità. Vivere: portare il proprio io dolente per il mondo. Ma essere, Essere è felicità. Essere: trasformarsi in una fontana, in una vasca di pietra, nella quale l'universo cade come una tiepida pioggia.

Love is the glorification of the present

the world has become man's right and everything in it has become a right: the desire for love the right to love, the desire for rest the right to rest, the desire for friendship the right to friendship, the desire to exceed the speed limit the right to exceed the speed limit, the desire for happiness the right to happiness, the desire to publish a book the right to publish a book, the desire to shout in the street in the middle of the night the right to shout in the street.

Wer den Ort verlassen will, an dem er lebt, der ist nicht glücklich.

Here he was, doing things he didn't care a damn about, and enjoying it.

And in fact, Soviet films, which flooded the cinemas of all Communist countries in that cruelest of times, were saturated with incredible innocence and chastity. The greatest conflict tat could occur between two Russians was a lovers' misunderstanding: he thought she no longer loved him; she thought he no longer loved her. But in the final scene they would fall into each others' arms, tears of happiness trickling down their cheeks.

TekdüzeliÄŸi mutluluk üretirdi, s?k?nt? deÄŸil.

They were happy not in spite of their sadness but thanks to it.

Cel care doreÈ™te s?-È™i p?r?seasc? locul în care tr?ieÈ™te nu e un om fericit.

Perhaps I love you very much. But probably just for this reason it would be better if we remain as we are. I think a man and a woman love each other all the more when they don't live together and when they know about each other only that they exist, and when they are grateful to each other for the fact that they exist and that they know they exist. And that alone is enough for their happiness.

he was happier with Sabina the invisible goddess than the Sabina who had accompanied him throughout the world and whose love he constantly feared losing.

Raised as we are on the mythology of the Old Testament, we might say that an idyll is an image that has remained with us like a memory of Paradise: life in Paradise was not like following a straight line to the unknown; it was not an adventure. It moved in a circle among known objects. Its monotony bred happiness, not boredom.

Yataklar?na uzanm?? olan iki k?zkardeÅŸ, belirli bir ÅŸey için gülmüyorlard?, gülüÅŸlerinin bir hedefi yoktu, bu gülüÅŸ varl???n var olmaktan duyduÄŸu sevincin anlat?m?yd?.

Erotizam je komercijalno dvosmislen, jer premda svi priželjkuju erotski život, svi ga tako?er mrze kao uzrok svojih nesre?a, frustracija, zavisti, kompleksa, patnji.

Living, there is no happiness in that. Living: carrying one's painful self through the world. But being, being is happiness. Being: becoming a fountain, a fountain on which the universe falls like warm rain.

Além de eloquentes, esses sonhos eram belos. Esse é um aspecto que escapou a Freud na sua teoria dos sonhos. (...) O sonho é a prova que imaginar, sonhar com aquilo que não acontece, é uma das mais profundas necessidades do homem.

O mesmo cineasta do subconsciente que de dia lhe enviava pedaços da paisagem natal como imagens de felicidade, organizava-lhe de noite, regressos aterradores ao seu país. O dia era iluminado pela beleza do país abandonado, a noite pelo terror de lá voltar. O fia mostrava-lhe o paraíso que perdera, a noite o inferno de onde fugira.

La tristeza era la forma y la felicidad, el contenido. La felicidad llenaba el espacio de la tristeza.

La persona que desea abandonar el lugar en donde vive no es feliz

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