“Listen: I am ideally happy. My happiness is a kind of challenge. As I wander along the streets and the squares and the paths by the canal, absently sensing the lips of dampness through my worn soles, I carry proudly my ineffable happiness. The centuries will roll by, and schoolboys will yawn over the history of our upheavals; everything will pass, but my happiness, dear, my happiness will remain, in the moist reflection of a streetlamp, in the cautious bend of stone steps that descend into the canal’s black waters, in the smiles of a dancing couple, in everything with which God so generously surrounds human lonliness.”—Vladimir Nabokov, A Letter That Never Reached Russia (via bookmania)
“We owe it to the fields that our houses will not be the inferiors of the virgin land they have replaced. We owe it to the worms and the trees that the buildings we cover them with will stand as promises of the highest and most intelligent kinds of happiness.”—Alain de Botton, The Architecture of Happiness (via bookmania)
“You have to take seriously the notion that understanding the universe is your responsibility, because the only understanding of the universe that will be useful to you is your own understanding.”—Terence McKenna (via the-psy-matic-eye)
It feels so distinctly natural that fighting it makes me recoil. I can truly say, that with all the words in this world, there are none to explain this feeling, a feeling so simple and pure. It’s the same phenomenon of trying to explain what it means to be alive. You can’t. It just is and it feels like it will always be.