#happiness

If [God] send me no husband, for the which blessing I am at him upon my knees every morning and evening ... ↗

— William Shakespeare

#blessings #empowerment #freedom #happiness #husbands

The moment of realization is: When what you thought you couldn't be without, becomes a part of the past, rather than the start of the future. ↗

— Melody Carstairs

#future #going-forward #happiness #independance #moving-on

Happiness without freedom, or freedom without happiness. There was no third alternative. ↗

— Yevgeny Zamyatin

#happiness #freedom

In every relationship one must sacrifice to show thy love. Are you willing to make sacrifices for someone you love? ↗

— Jonathan Anthony Burkett

#happiness #humor #love #relationships #romance

Happy is the soul that has a friend. Happier is the soul that trusts in the truth of the heart of a friend. Happiest is the soul that knows the solemnity of friendship and honours its laws. ↗

— Ogwo David Emenike

#friendship #friendship-quotes #happiness #happy #ogwo-david-emenike

Life is like a coin. 999, 999 cannot be a million without it. Just like in life, we cannot be truly happy without a person who will complete us. I may not be the coin who will make you a million, but I can be a part of your 999, 999. ↗

— Cherryl Anne Lintag

#friendship #happiness #life #love #million

It is not really hard to do nothing. Many can. The hard part is doing nothing without feeling guilty about it. ↗

— Haim Shapira

#happiness #wisdom #funny

I like living, breathing better than working...my art is that of living. Each second, each breath is a work which is inscribed nowhere, which is neither visual nor cerebral, it's a sort of constant euphoria. ↗

— Marcel Duchamp

#happiness #life #art

and we laugh and laugh and all I know is at this moment I feel like I can do anything I want and be anyone I want and go anywhere on the globe and still call it home ↗

— Kirsten Smith

#happiness #laughter #wanderlust #home

The night I left home I felt that I had been tricked or trapped into going - and not even by Mrs Winterson, but by the dark narrative of our life together. Her fatalism was so powerful. She was her own black hole that pulled in all the light. She was made of dark matter and her force was invisible unseen except in its effects. What would it have meant to be happy? What would it have meant if things had been bright, clear, good between us? ↗

— Jeanette Winterson

#home