The pain passes, but the beauty remains.
Pierre-Auguste RenoirRead
Work lovingly done is the secret of all order and all happiness.
Interpretation
The quality of work done with love leads to a life of order and joy.
This quote by Pierre-Auguste Renoir suggests that when we put love and care into our work, it contributes to a more organized and fulfilling life. By infusing our tasks with passion and attention, we create a harmonious environment that fosters happiness both for ourselves and those around us.
In practice
In a speech about the importance of dedication at a company retreat.
The pain passes, but the beauty remains.
I have a predilection for painting that lends joyousness to a wall.
"The work of art must seize upon you...carry you away."
Why shouldnβt art be pretty? There are enough unpleasant things in the world.
One morning, one of us ran out of the black, it was the birth of Impressionism.
Be a good craftsman; it won't stop you from being a genius.
Chess has given me a lot more than I could ask for. I have been able to feel special, travel the world and do what I truly enjoy. Moreover, chess players love being their own boss and hate having to wake up early!
If one were to build the house of happiness, the largest space would be the waiting room.
There are souls in this world which have the gift of finding joy everywhere and of leaving it behind them when they go.
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.
You are without needs. There is nothing that you need in order to be perfectly happy. You only think that there is. Your deepest, most perfect happiness will be found within, and once you find it, nothing exterior to your Self can match it, nor can anything destroy it.
I remember one day sitting at the pool and suddenly the tears were streaming down my cheeks. Why was I so unhappy? I had success. I had security. But it wasn't enough. I was exploding inside.
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