The supreme happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved; loved for ourselves—say rather, loved in spite of ourselves.
A mother’s arms are made of tenderness and children sleep soundly in them. ―Victor Hugo
Even the darkest night will end and the sun will rise. ―Victor Hugo
The supreme happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved; loved for ourselves—say rather, loved in spite of ourselves.―Victor Hugo
To give thanks in solitude is enough. Thanksgiving has wings and goes where it must go. Your prayer knows much more about it than you do.
The greatest happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved; loved for ourselves, or rather, loved in spite of ourselves.
Go to sleep in peace. God is awake.