There are a lot of people in the pursuit of happiness, but I dont know, than the pursuit of itself is a happy thing?

When I saw the sun, I felt the life giving happiness; When I see the autumn, I felt the farming to give happiness; When I see your eyes, I felt the love of happiness.

In a sense, life happiness, life of mediocrity; Life, life is helpless; Wonderful life, always has both happy and unhappy life.

People often feel oneself is unfortunate, while other people are happy; But in "others" eyes, you is happy, he is unhappy.

My happiness must be earned, I unfortunately must be imposed by the fate. No victory over the fate, it is my misfortune; Victory over the fate, is my happiness.

People always like to say oneself is unfortunate, but not like to say oneself is happy, because it is not easy to meet peoples desire. Happiness is a glass of wine, its too easy to drink.

Van gogh is unfortunate, he lived only 37, happy is he "kind" of "sunflower", still be the sun warms of the human soul. Why life to heavy for van gogh, but love his "sunflower"?

Mans ability to afford happiness far more than the limited ability to bear misfortune. Unfortunately, painful, but it is not easy to put people down; Happiness to make you happy, but also easy to make people dizzy.

Unfortunately in the beginning, end happiness, still be called happiness; Happy in the beginning, end, unfortunately, still can only be called a misfortune.