Quote by Yevgeny Yevtushenko
Sorrow happens, hardship happens, the hell with it, who never knew

Sorrow happens, hardship happens, the hell with it, who never knew the price of happiness, will not be happy. – Yevgeny Yevtushenko

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In any man who dies there dies with him, his first snow and kiss and fight. Not people die but worlds die in them. – Yevgeny Yevtushenko

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I start to think there really is no cure for depression, that happiness is an ongoing battle, and I wonder if it isnt one Ill have to fight for as long as I live. I wonder if its worth it. – Elizabeth Wurtzel

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As long as I am given the opportunity to keep performing and keep exploring in whatever medium, Ill be happy. As long as I get to spend time with my family, Ill be happy. As long as I can write in some form, Ill be happy. It is the essential things like that I equate with happiness. – Dan Stevens

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Happiness is an imaginary condition, formerly attributed by the living to the dead, now usually attributed by adults to children, and by children to adults. – Thomas Szasz

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Is it not clear, however, that bliss and envy are the numerator and denominator of the fraction called happiness? – Yevgeny Zamyatin

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