Life and the world by Percy Bysshe Shelley

Life and the world, or whatever we call that which we are and feel,
is an astonishing thing. The mist of familiarity obscures from us
the wonder of our being. We are struck with admiration at some of
its transient modifications, but it is itself the great miracle.
Percy Bysshe Shelley

The mind by Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley

Nothing contributes so much to tranquilize the mind
as a steady purpose- a point on which the soul may
fix its intellectual eye.
Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley

Thus strangely are our souls constructed, and by slight
ligaments are we bound to prosperity and ruin.
Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley

A hermit by Khalil Gibran

A hermit is one who renounces the world of fragments that
he may enjoy the world wholly and without interruption.
Khalil Gibran

On Love by Nizar Qabbani/Romantic Quotes

There is who loves you quietly, and respects you quietly,
and wishes you privately, and walks away when he sees you
busy with someone other than him, and his ego restrains him
from getting near you, and contents himself with the love
for the sake of love.
Nizar Qabbani

Don't love deeply, till you make sure that the other part loves
you with the same depth, because the depth of your love today,
is the depth of your wound tomorrow.
Nizar Qabbani

The female doesn't want a rich man or a handsome man or even a poet,
she wants a man who understands her eyes if she gets sad, and points
to his chest and say : 'Here is your home country.'
Nizar Qabbani

Do you wish the world were happy? by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Do you wish the world were happy?
Then remember day by day
Just to scatter seeds of kindness
as you pass along the way:
For the pleasures of many
May be oft times traced to one,
As the hand that plants an acorn
Shelters armies from the sun.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Talk Happiness by Ella Wheeler Wilcox/Inspirational Happiness Quotes

Talk happiness.
The world is sad enough Without your woe.
No path is wholly rough.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox

We waste half our strength in a useless regretting ;
We sit by old tombs in the dark too long.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Seeking for happiness we must take heed
Of simple joys that are not found in speed.

Seeking for happiness we needs must care
For all the little things that make life fair.

Seeking for happiness we must prize this---
Not what will be, or was, but that which is.

Seeking for happiness we find the way
Doing the things we ought to do each day.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Anywhere Out of the World/N'importe où hors du monde by Charles Baudelaire

Music:
David Garrett - Io Ti Penso Amore

Anywhere Out of the World
Charles Baudelaire

This life is a hospital where every patient is possessed with the desire
to change beds; one man would like to suffer in front of the stove, and
another believes that he would recover his health beside the window.
It always seems to me that I should feel well in the place where I am not,
and this question of removal is one which I discuss incessantly with my soul.

'Tell me, my soul, poor chilled soul, what do you think of going to live
in Lisbon? It must be warm there, and there you would invigorate yourself
like a lizard. This city is on the sea-shore; they say that it is built
of marble and that the people there have such a hatred of vegetation that
they uproot all the trees. There you have a landscape that corresponds to
your taste! a landscape made of light and mineral, and liquid to reflect them!'
My soul does not reply.

'Since you are so fond of stillness, coupled with the show of movement,
would you like to settle in Holland, that beatifying country? Perhaps you
would find some diversion in that land whose image you have so often
admired in the art galleries. What do you think of Rotterdam, you who love
forests of masts, and ships moored at the foot of houses?'
My soul remains silent.

'Perhaps Batavia attracts you more? There we should find, amongst other
things,the spirit of Europe married to tropical beauty.'
Not a word. Could my soul be dead?

'Is it then that you have reached such a degree of lethargy that you
acquiesce in your sickness? If so, let us flee to lands that are
analogues of death.

I see how it is, poor soul! We shall pack our trunks for Tornio.
Let us go farther still to the extreme end of the Baltic; or farther
still from life, if that is possible; let us settle at the Pole.
There the sun only grazes the earth obliquely, and the slow alternation
of light and darkness suppresses variety and increases monotony,
that half-nothingness.

There we shall be able to take long baths of darkness, while for
our amusement the aurora borealis shall send us its rose-coloured
rays that are like the reflection of Hell's own fireworks!'

At last my soul explodes, and wisely cries out to me:

'No matter where! No matter where!
As long as it's out of the world!'

The Original Text In French

N'importe où hors du monde
Charles Baudelaire

Cette vie est un hôpital où chaque malade est possédé du désir
de changer de lit. Celui-ci voudrait souffrir en face du poêle,
et celui-là croit qu'il guérirait à côté de la fenêtre.
Il me semble que je serais toujours bien là où je ne suis pas,
et cette question de déménagement en est une que je discute
sans cesse avec mon âme.

" Dis-moi mon âme, pauvre âme refroidie,
que penserais-tu d'habiter Lisbonne?
Il doit y faire chaud et tu t'y ragaillardirais comme un lézard.
Cette ville est au bord de l'eau ; on dit qu'elle est bâtie en
marbre et que le peuple y a une telle haine du végétal,qu'il
arrache tous les arbres.
Voilà un paysage fait selon ton goût, un paysage fait avec
la lumière et le minéral et le liquide pour les réfléchir !
Mon âme ne répond pas.

" Puisque tu aimes tant le repos, avec le spectacle du mouvement,
veux tu venir habiter la Hollande, cette terre béatifiante ?
Peut-être te divertiras-tu dans cette contrée dont tu as souvent
admiré l'image dans les musées. Que penserais-tu de Rotterdam, toi
qui aimes les forêts de mats et les navires amarrés au pied des maisons.
Mon âme reste muette.

" Batavia te sourirait peut-être davantage, nous y trouverions l'esprit
de l'Europe marié à la beauté tropicale. "
Pas un mot. - Mon âme serait-elle morte ?

" En es-tu donc venue à ce point d'engourdissement que tu ne te plaises
que dans ton mal ? S'il en est ainsi, fuyons vers les pays qui sont
les analogies de la Mort.

Je tiens notre affaire, pauvre âme !
nous ferons nos malles pour Tornéo. Allons plus loin encore, à l'extrême
bout de la Baltique ; encore plus loin de la vie, si c'est possible ;
installons-nous au pôle. Là le soleil ne frise qu'obliquement la terre,
et les lentes alternatives de la lumière et de la nuit suppriment
la variété et augmentent la monotonie, cette moitié du néant...

Là,nous pourrons prendre de longs bains de ténèbres cependant que, pour
nous divertir les aurores boréales nous enverrons de temps en temps
leurs gerbes roses, comme des reflets d'un feu d'artifice de l'enfer!

Enfin, mon âme fait explosion et sagement elle me crie :
" N'importe où ! n'importe où ! pourvu que ce soit hors de ce monde ! "