Democracy encourages the majority to decide things about which the majority is blissfully ignorant.
These two imparadised in one another's arms, the happier Eden, shall enjoy their fill of bliss on bliss.
If ignorance is bliss, why aren't more people jumping up and down for joy.
The problem with society is that happiness and intelligence are rarely found in the same person. I guess that's why they say ignorance is bliss.
Now a soft kiss - Aye, by that kiss, I vow an endless bliss.
Meditation is painful in the beginning but it bestows immortal Bliss and supreme joy in the end.
You don't know what you're going to get into when you follow your bliss.
Do you think that you shall enter the Garden of Bliss without such trials as came to those who passed before you?
No one who has seen a baby sinking back satiated from the breast and falling asleep with flushed cheeks and a blissful smile can escape the reflection that this picture persists as a prototype of the expression of sexual satisfaction in later life.
If you want to reach a state of bliss, then go beyond your ego and the internal dialogue. Make a decision to relinquish the need to control, the need to be approved, and the need to judge. Those are the three things the ego is doing all the time. It's very important to be aware of them every time they come up.
They whose sole bliss is eating can give but that one brutish reason why they live.
O Lord, wandering with thee, even hell itself would be to me a heaven of bliss.
It takes patience to appreciate domestic bliss; volatile spirits prefer unhappiness.
It is the nature of babies to be in bliss.
If you do follow your bliss you put yourself on a kind of track that has been there all the while, waiting for you, and the life that you ought to be living is the one you are living. Follow your bliss and don't be afraid, and doors will open where you didn't know they were going to be.
Oh, the torment bred in the race,
the grinding scream of death
and the stroke that hits the vein,
the hemorrhage none can staunch, the grief,
the curse no man can bear.
But there is a cure in the house, and not outside it, no,
not from others but from them,
their bloody strife. We sing to you,
dark gods beneath the earth.
Now hear, you blissful powers underground --
answer the call, send help.
Bless the children, give them triumph now.
Practice meditation regularly. Meditation leads to eternal bliss. Therefore meditate, meditate.
Glorious, stirring sight! The poetry of motion! The real way to travel! The only way to travel! Here today -- in next week tomorrow! Villages skipped, towns and cities jumped -- always somebody else's horizons! O bliss! O poop-poop! O my! O my!
There is no mistaking a real book when one meets it.
It is like falling in love, and like that colossal adventure it is an experience of great social import. Even as the tranced swain, the booklover yearns to tell others of his bliss. He writes letters about it, adds it to the postscript of all manner of communications, intrudes it into telephone messages, and insists on his friends writing down the title of the find. Like the simple-hearted betrothed, once certain of his conquest,
My children cause me the most exquisite suffering of which I have any experience. It is the suffering of ambivalence: the murderous alternation between bitter resentment and raw-edged nerves, and blissful gratification and tenderness. Sometimes I seem to myself, in my feelings toward these tiny guiltless beings, a monster of selfishness and intolerance.
Pain and foolishness lead to great bliss and complete knowledge, for Eternal Wisdom created nothing under the sun in vain.
Thou source of all my bliss and all my woe, that found me poor at first, and keep me so.
Hope calculates its scenes for a long and durable life;
presses forward to imaginary points of bliss; and grasps at impossibilities; and consequently very often ensnares men into beggary, ruin and dishonor.
One does not jump, and spring, and shout hurrah! at hearing one has got a fortune, one begins to consider responsibilities, and to ponder business; on a base of steady satisfaction rise certain grave cares, and we contain ourselves, and brood over our bliss with a solemn brow.
That perfect bliss and sole felicity, the sweet fruition of an earthly crown.
Yet ah! why should they know their fate?Since sorrow never comes too late,And happiness too swiftly flies.Thought would destroy their paradise.No more; where ignorance is bliss,'Tis folly to be wise.