There is no happiness in love, except at the end of an English novel.
An alcoholic father, poverty, my own juvenile diabetes, the limited English my parents spoke - although my mother has become completely bilingual since. All these things intrude on what most people think of as happiness.
There is no happiness in love, except at the end of an English novel
America believes in freedom. The English don't believe in it. They don't believe in happiness.
I'm English. I can't accept happiness that easily. There's got to be a trick in there somewhere.
Drawing on my fine command of the English language, I said nothing.
If you want to live a happy life, tie it to a goal, not to people or things.