#happin

Everyone chases after happiness, not noticing that happiness is right at their heels. ↗

— Bertolt Brecht

#after #chases #everyone #heels #noticing

There is no true love save in suffering, and in this world we have to choose either love, which is suffering, or happiness. Man is the more man - that is, the more divine - the greater his capacity for suffering, or rather, for anguish. ↗

— Miguel de Unamuno

#capacity #choose #divine #either #greater

I have discovered the secret of happiness - it is work, either with the hands or the head. The moment I have something to do, the draughts are open and my chimney draws, and I am happy. ↗

— John Burroughs

#chimney #discovered #discovered the secret #draws #either

Try to put your happiness before anyone else's, because you may never have done so in your entire life, if you really think about it, if you are really honest with yourself. ↗

— Margaret Cho

#anyone #because #before #done #else

…for I look upon the Frasers to be about as unhappy as most other married people. ↗

— Jane Austen

#marriage #marriage

Happiness is a conscious choice, not an automatic response. ↗

— Mildred Barthel

#happiness #optimism #attitude

When we give freely, we feel full and complete; when we withhold, we feel small, petty, impotent, and lacking. We are meant to learn this great truth, that giving fulfills us, while withholding and trying to get causes us to feel empty and even more needy. This truth runs counter to our programming, which drives us to try to get something from others to fulfill our neediness, only to end up even more needy, grasping, lacking, and unfulfilled. ↗

— Gina Lake

#giving #giving-love #happiness #inspirational-attitude #love

He gave her a bright fake smile; so much of life was a putting off of unhappiness for another time. Nothing was ever lost by delay. He had a dim idea that perhaps if one delayed long enough, things were taken out of one's hands altogether by death. ↗

— Graham Greene

#life #unhappiness #death

I never had one hour's happiness in her society, and yet my mind all round the four-and-twenty hours was harping on the happiness of having her with me unto death. ↗

— Charles Dickens

#happiness #pip #death

What is it that dies? A log of wood dies to become a few planks. The planks die to become a chair. The chair dies to become a piece of firewood, and the firewood dies to become ash. You give different names to the different shapes the wood takes, but the basic substance is there always. If we could always remember this, we would never worry about the loss of anything. We never lose anything; we never gain anything. By such discrimination we put an end to unhappiness. (118-119) ↗

— Swami Satchidananda

#death-and-dying #unhappiness #death