My therapist says I still haven't got in touch with my anger. Maybe one day I'm going to explode. But I'm still really happy. I know it looks like a strange and painful upbringing - all those experiences led me to the paths that I'm on now.
I'm happy to be a writer - of prose, poetry, every kind of writing. Every person in the world who isn't a recluse, hermit or mute uses words. I know of no other art form that we always use.
There is nothing, Sir, too little for so little a creature as man. It is by studying little things that we attain the great art of having as little misery and as much happiness as possible.
Give Happiness, Patience, kindness, and Care, and the PAIN goes away. Then only LOVE remains...
Yes, memories do haunt. Memories of a happy past, in the expectation of a bleak future, in a sad present. - Anita
Why, then, did I always feel as if his happiness was my responsibility? It wasn't fair for him to burden me with that. It had never been fair.
The gods, so says the old superstition, do not like to behold too happy mortals. It is certain, at least, that some human beings do not.
If people try to judge you or shame you for doing safe, consensual things that make you happy, I can guarantee you they're bad people.
Perhaps it's good for one to suffer. Can an artist do anything if he's happy? Would he ever want to do anything? What is art, after all, but a protest against the horrible inclemency of life?
It is in books, poems, paintings which often give us the confidence to take seriously feelings in ourselves that we might otherwise never have thought to acknowledge.
...Because beauty is typically the result of a few qualities working in concert, it can take more to guarantee the appeal of a bridge or a house than strength alone. (p 205)
He tossed a word like a ball, never letting it fall. Instead it swam in the air, without care, strung together with an art that came straight from his heart.
Through all people, the Music of Love would pour, bringing light to the swords that sped through the darkness. And the light of their blades would lead the constellations to their destination.
All bowmen are caught between heaven and earth, born to discovery, choosing to love and raise their eyes high to a future that is apparent only through the strength of their hope.
We are strangers to our own lives, setting out in the dark to look for the adobe of Love which we were meant to know, guided by the Music that wants us to see.
Forget happiness. You were called to a throne. How will you prepare for it? That is the question of virtue, Christian style.
The last time you were happy about nothing; the first time you were afraid about nothing. Which came first?
So he tasted the deep pain that is reserved only for the strong, just as he had tasted for a little while the deep happiness.
No matter how happy I had been in the past I do not long for it. The present is always the moment for which I love.
...every "Good Bye" said by a true friend, shall always be followed by "Hello" and every happy end shall always be a beginning of something New and Wonderful!
Success does not bring happiness. Success brings success.
