#pines

Is anyone serious about the politics of happiness? David Cameron dipped a toe in the water, using the word lightly, but denying the hard policies it implies. Labour shies away from it, but should take up the challenge. ↗

— Polly Toynbee

#anyone #away #cameron #challenge #david

It is now possible to quantify people's levels of happiness pretty accurately by asking them, by observation, and by measuring electrical activity in the brain, in degrees from terrible pain to sublime joy. ↗

— Polly Toynbee

#activity #asking #brain #degrees #electrical

Fashion is all about happiness. It's fun. It's important. But it's not medicine. ↗

— Donatella Versace

#fashion #fun #happiness #important #medicine

It is not in the pursuit of happiness that we find fulfillment, it is in the happiness of pursuit. ↗

— Denis Waitley

#fulfillment #happiness #pursuit #pursuit of happiness

Happiness comes from... some curious adjustment to life. ↗

— Hugh Walpole

#comes #curious #happiness #life #some

What you deny or ignore, you delay, What you accept and face, you conquer. ↗

— Robert Tew

#happiness #life-quote #love #life

The greater part of our happiness or misery depends on our dispositions and not our circumstances. ↗

— Martha Washington

#depends #dispositions #greater #happiness #misery

One thing a man must have: either a naturally light disposition or a disposition lightened by art and knowledge. ↗

— Friedrich Nietzsche

#disposition #happiness #knowledge #light-disposition #art

Cała nasza ekonomia opiera się na ludzkich słabostkach,na złych nawykach i lękach.Moda.Bary fast food.Elektroniczne gadżety.Erotyczne zabawki.Ośrodki dietetyczne.Ogłoszenia towarzyskie.Skrajne sekty religijne.Salony fryzjerskie.Kryzys wieku średniego u mężczyzn.Szał zakupów.Całe nasze życie zbudowane jest na wątpliwościach i braku satysfakcji.Pomyśl,co by się stało,gdyby ludzie byli naprawdę,szczerze szczęśliwi.Całkowicie zadowoleni ze swojego życia.Nastąpiłby kataklizm ↗

— Will Ferguson

#happiness #food

I was so happy it was like a food, like I'd been stuffed with it, a foie gras goose of happiness; happy enough to know, fully, that I was happy, and foolishly, for one second, to dare the thought: "Imagine—imagine if each Saturday morning could be like this," and in the middle of the singing, I blushed, not even looking at her, because even just having it I knew there was something wrong about the thought. Another boundary crossing—an acknowledgment to myself, so fleeting but so dangerous, of how hungry I was. ↗

— Claire Messud - The Woman Upstairs

#the-nature-of-happiness #food