If I could learn to treat triumph and disaster the same, then I would find bliss.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I have to confess that I have so rarely experienced triumph that I cannot claim to know it well enough to judge, but it seems to be at best a momentary joy followed instantly by sadness, and, then, of necessity, by wariness.
You don't know what you're going to get into when you follow your bliss.
I just sort of follow my bliss, so to speak, and then I see where that takes me.
The happiness of most people is not ruined by great catastrophes or fatal errors, but by the repetition of slowly destructive little things.
Life should be blissful, and blissful doesn't mean just a small happiness. It's huge. It is profound.
What greater bliss than to look back on days spent in usefulness, in doing good to those around us.
For in all adversity of fortune the worst sort of misery is to have been happy.
I came into acting with that sort of dull, meet-with-triumph-and-disaster-the-same philosophy and it's been the right one for me.
An intellectual challenge presents itself? I am in bliss. Instantly, it brings forth the notion of triumph.
I don't look for bliss, just contentment.