Silence is truth. Silence is bliss. Silence is peace. And hence Silence is the Self.
I think of the friends of mine who were blissfully single in their 20s and 30s. Still single in their 40s and 50s, they seem to be contracting a bit.
In hours of bliss we oft have met:They could not always last;And though the present I regret,I'm grateful for the past.
In hours of bliss we oft have met: They could not always last; And though the present I regret, I'm grateful for the past.
You can only have bliss if you don't chase it.
The body has to be utilized for service to others. More bliss can be got from serving others than from merely serving oneself.
Straight men just can't imagine the bliss of being in a relationship with someone who finds farting as funny as they do.
Once bliss becomes normal it's no longer bliss, it's just peace.
Bliss is not a feeling but a state of being. In the state of bliss, everything is loved.
It's funny, because readers think they want the characters to be blissfully happy, but it makes it kind of boring for the reader.