Once you assume your right to interfere in other people's problems they become in some ways more of a worry than your own, for with your own you can at least do what you think best, but other people always… — Marion Milner Copy Share Image
I used to worry about what life was for - now being alive seems sufficient reason. — Marion Milner Copy Share Image
Sometimes I find that in my happy moments I could not believe that I had ever been miserable. — Marion Milner Copy Share Image
“By continual watching and expression I must learn to observe my thought and maintain a vigilance, not against “wrong” thoughts, but against refusal to… — Marion Milner Copy Share Image
Happiness not only needs no justification, but it is also the only final test of whether what I am doing is right for me.… — Marion Milner Copy Share Image
Love is not getting, but giving. It is sacrifice. And sacrifice is glorious! — Marion Milner Copy Share Image
“Blind thinking… could make me pretend I was being true to myself when really I was only being true to an infantile fear and… — Marion Milner Copy Share Image
until you have, once at least, faced everything you know - the whole universe - with utter giving in, and let all that is… — Marion Milner Copy Share Image
Perhaps if one really knew when one was happy one would know the things that were necessary in one's life. — Marion Milner Copy Share Image
“Let no one think it is an easy way because it is concerned with moments of happiness rather than with stern duty or high… — Marion Milner Copy Share Image
It's weak and despicable to go on wanting things and not trying to get them. — Marion Milner Copy Share Image
“If emotion and fatigue lowered the potency of thought, what raised it? I began to reconsider my moments of delight in terms of this… — Marion Milner Copy Share Image
“I had just begun to ponder over the fact that all the things which I had found to be sources of happiness seemed to… — Marion Milner Copy Share Image
“It struck me as odd that it had taken me so long to reach a feeling of sureness that there was something in me… — Marion Milner Copy Share Image
