Joseph Joubert Quotes

What does it matter how many lovers you have if none of them gives you the universe?

Desire is individual. Happiness is common.

That's life - to turn each other on, to feel good, to feel in love.

We are wired to find love.

Happiness or satisfaction consists only in the enjoyment of those objects which are by nature suited to our several particular appetites, passions, and affections.

Human nature being what it is, people will insist upon getting some pleasure out of life.

Love is the thing that you pursue because it's the thing that gives you all this life, or you believe that, anyway.

The more passions you have the happier you'll be

Longing, the hope for fulfillment, is the one unwavering passion of the world's commerce.

No one is contented in this world, I believe. There is always something left to desire, and the last thing longed for always seems the most necessary to happiness.

It is my observation that all human hearts are the same and that their ultimate desire is also the same. This soul wants happiness, perfect and pure happiness, because only then will all desires end. As long as desire exists misery exists, because with desire there can be no peace.

We should scarcely desire things ardently if we were perfectly acquainted with what we desire.

Human passions against eternal laws -- that is the everlasting conflict.

Wherever your joy is, go after it, ... pretty ladies.

It is in virtue of his own desires and curiosities that any man continues to exist with even patience, that he is charmed by the look of things and people, and that he wakens every morning with a renewed appetite for work and pleasure. Desire and curiosity are the two eyes through which he sees the world in the most enchanted colours...and the man may squander his estate and come to beggary, but if he keeps these two amulets he is still rich in the possibilities of pleasure.

I am a lover and have not found my thing to love. That is a big point if you know enough to realize what I mean. It makes my destruction inevitable, you see. There are few who understand that.

...we make our lives by what we love.

Do you know my friend that each one of us is a dark mystery, a maze of conflicting passions and desire and aptitudes?

One loves ultimately one's desires, not the thing desired.

Our pleasures are short, and can only charm at intervals; love is a method of protraction our greatest pleasure.

All human history attests That happiness for man, - the hungry sinner! - Since Eve ate apples, much depends on dinner. ~Lord Byron, Don Juan, Canto XIII, stanza 99

I, being born a woman and distressed By all the needs and notions of my kind, Am urged by your propinquity to find Your person fair, and feel a certain zest To bear your body's weight upon my breast; So subtly is the fume of life designed, To clarify the pulse and cloud the mind, And leave me once again undone, possessed. Think not for this, however, the poor treason Of my stout blood against my staggering brain, I shall remember you with love, or season My scorn with pity, - let me make it plain: I find this frenzy insufficient reason For conversation when we meet again.

I never met a rich man who was happy, but I have only very occasionally met a poor man who did not want to become a rich man.

You've got to find what you love. And that is as true for your work as it is for your lovers.