Щастието не е бляскаво и шумно като удоволствието или радостта. То е тихо, кротко и нежно, вътрешно състояние на задоволство, което започва, когато обикнеш себе си.

People do not belong to others, either. How can the huincas buy and sell people if they do not own them. Sometimes the boy went two or three days without speaking a word, surly, and not eating, and when asked what was the matter, the answer was always the same: "There are content days and there are sad days. Each person is a master of his silence.

In my family, happiness was irrelevant.

I'd realized that in writing happiness is useless-without suffering there is no story.

Estaba feliz de haber perdido todo.