In every adversity of fortune, to have been happy is the most unhappy kind of misfortune.
BOETHIUSHe who has calmly reconciled his life to fate, and set proud death beneath his feet, can look fortune in the face, unbending both to good and bad; his countenance unconquered.
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You know when you have found your prince because you not only have a smile on your face but in your heart as well. Love puts the fun in together, the sad in apart, and the joy in a heart. Who would give a law to lovers? Love is unto itself a higher law.
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For in every ill-turn of fortune the most unhappy sort of unfortunate man is the one who has been happy
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I scarcely know the meaning of your question; much less can I answer it.
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Every man must be content with that glory which he may have at home.
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In every kind of adversity, the bitterest part of a man’s affliction is to remember that he once was happy.
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The good is the end toward which all things tend.
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The completely simultaneous and perfect possession of unlimited life at a single moment.
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Whose happiness is so firmly established that he has no quarrel from any side with his estate of life?
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All fortune is good fortune; for it either rewards, disciplines, amends, or punishes, and so is either useful or just.
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The now that passes produces time, the now that remains produces eternity.
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Who would give a law to lovers? Love is unto itself a higher law.
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Good men seek it by the natural means of the virtues; evil men, however, try to achieve the same goal by a variety of concupiscences, and that is surely an unnatural way of seeking the good. Don’t you agree?
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A man content to go to heaven alone will never go to heaven.
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And no renown can render you well-known: For if you think that fame can lengthen life By mortal famousness immortalized, The day will come that takes your fame as well, And there a second death for you awaits.
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Nothing is miserable unless you think it so.
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