#bliss

I'm not saying that there's anything better than mated bliss at its best, but I'm saying that living alone is as good in its own way. But we haven't quite given ourselves permission to recognize that. ↗

— Barbara Feldon

#anything #best #better #bliss #given

By mere burial man arrives not at bliss; and in the future life, throughout its whole infinite range, they will seek for happiness as vainly as they sought it here, who seek it in aught else than that which so closely surrounds them here - the Infinite. ↗

— Johann Gottlieb Fichte

#aught #bliss #burial #closely #else

Now a soft kiss - Aye, by that kiss, I vow an endless bliss. ↗

— John Keats

#aye #bliss #endless #i #kiss

Well may your heart believe the truths I tell; 'Tis virtue makes the bliss, where'er we dwell. ↗

— Wilkie Collins

#bliss #dwell #heart #i #makes

I just sort of follow my bliss, so to speak, and then I see where that takes me. ↗

— Zooey Deschanel

#follow #i #i see #just #me

Health is the vital principle of bliss, and exercise, of health. ↗

— James Thomson

#bliss #exercise #health #principle #vital

I don't know if bliss is possible and I've always thought that my best times will be later in life. ↗

— Alison Krauss

#best #bliss #i #know #later

Planning to play: that's what saving for retirement is today - and it is antithetical to the nature of play, fully within the definition of work, and blissfully ignorant of the reality of death. ↗

— John Thorn

#blissfully #death #definition #fully #ignorant

why can't we control our anger? because we love perfection. make a little room for imperfection in our lives. ↗

— Sri Sri Ravi Shankar

#wisdom #anger

He begins to sing to her, very softly, almost not singing at all, just a whisper of a tune. He spins out the tune like it is a tale he is telling her, until he feels her body relax, until he feels her falling into sleep. He sings to let her know he’s there, to stay anchored to the earth, to keep from laughing or crying in amazement that he is lying with Alice in his arms, he sings as if music could keep her alive, as if music could feed her soul, as if music could weave a protective spell around her to survive these days and these weeks and these months and these years, he sings as if he could give her a piece of himself, which will ring inside of her like a bell, like a promise, like hope whenever she needs him; and in his singing, he promises her every single thing he can think of, and more. ↗

— Laura Harrington

#coming-of-age #father-daughter #iraq-war #young-love #age