Happiness Quotes (page 35)
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At the end of the day faith is a funny thing. It turns up when you don't really expect it. Its like one day you realize that the fairy tale may be slightly different than you dreamed. The castle, well, it may not be a castle. And its not so important happy ever after, just that its happy right now. See once in a while, once in a blue moon, people will surprise you , and once in a while people may even take your breath away.
Zane Grey
As if this great outburst of anger had purged all my ills, killed all my hopes, I looked up at the mass of signs and stars in the night sky and laid myself open for the first time to the benign indifference of the world- and finding it so much like myself, in fact so fraternal, I realized that I’d been happy, and that I was still happy. For the final consummation and for me to feel less lonely, my last wish was that there should be a crowd of spectators at my execution and that they should...
Albert Camus
Put it on. And don't say a word. Put it on. The one that I prefer. Put it on. And stand before my eyes. Put it on. Please don't question why. Can you believe. Something so simple. Something so trivial. Makes me a happy man. Put it on. I can feel so much. Put it on. I don't need to touch. Put it on. Here before my eyes. Put it on. Because you realize. And you believe. Something so worthless. Serves a purpose. It makes me a happy man. Can't you understand. Say you believe. Just how easy. It is...
Martin Gore
if you are unwilling to endure your own suffering even for an hour, and ontinually forestall all possible misfortune, if you regard as deserving of annihilation, any suffering and pain generally as evil, as detestable, and as blots on existence, well, you have then, besides your religion of compassion, yet another religion in your heart (and this is perhaps the mother of the former)-the religion of smug ease. Ah, how little you know of the happiness of man, you comfortable and good-natured...
Friedrich Nietzsche
In that Macondo forgotten even by the birds, where the dust and the heat had become so strong that it was difficult to breathe, secluded by solitude and love and by the solitude of love in a house where it was almost impossible to sleep because of the noise of the red ants, Aureliano, and Amaranta rsula were the only happy beings, and the most happy on the face of the earth.
Gabriel Garcia Marquez
