So the restless traveler long at last for his native soil, finds his cottage in the arms of his wife, in the affection of his children, labor necessary for their support, all the happiness which he sought in vain the wild world
So the restless traveler long at last for his native soil, finds his cottage in the arms of his wife, in the affection of his children, labor necessary for their support, all the happiness which he sought in vain the wild world
We often feel that we lack something, and seem to see that very quality in someone else, promptly attributing all our own qualities to him too, and a kind of ideal contentment as well. And so the happy mortal is a model of complete perfection--which we have ourselves created.
I nothing had, and yet enough for youth--Joy in Illusion, ardent thirst for Truth. Give unrestrained, the old emotion, The bliss that touched the verge of pain, The strength of Hate, Love's deep devotion,--O, give me back my youth again!
He values my understanding and talents more highly than my heart, but I am proud of the latter only. It is the sole source of everything of our strength, happiness, and misery. All the knowledge I possess every one else can acquire, but my heart is exclusively my own.
I am contented, happy, and consequently a bad historian.
Alas sorrow from happiness is oft evolved.
Happy the man who early learns the wide chasm that lies between his wishes and his powers.
He who enjoys doing and enjoys what he has done is happy.
Vanish'd days of bliss and woe.
'Be thou a sign of my bliss!
Oh, what bliss were the night!
What makes people happy is activity changing evil itself into good by power, working in a God like manner.
And in myself my happiness would find.
True happiness springs from moderation.
Happiness is a ball after which we run wherever it rolls, and we push it with our feet when it stops.
Soft caressing words of mutual bliss.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories