“There is no mystery to happiness. Unhappy men are all alike. Some wound they suffered long ago, some wish denied, some blow to pride, some kindling spark of love put out by scorn -- or worse, indifference -- cleaves to them, or they to it, and so they live each day within a shroud of yesterdays. The happy man dies not look back. He doesn't look ahead. He lives in the present.”
Jed Rubenfeld“There is no mystery to happiness. Unhappy men are all alike. Some wound they suffered long ago, some wish denied, some blow to pride, some kindling spark of love put out by scorn - or worse, indifference - cleaves to them, or they to it, and so they live each day within a shroud of yesterdays.The happy man does not look back. he doesn’t look ahead. he lives in the present. but there’s the rub. The present can never deliver one thing: meaning. The ways of happiness and meaning are not the same. to find happiness, a man need only live in the moment; he need only live for the moment.But if he wants meaning - the meaning of his dreams, his secrets, his life - a man must reinhabit his past, however uncertain. Thus nature dangles happiness and meaning before us all, insisting only that we choose between them. What have you chosen: happiness or meaning?'The interpretation of murder”
Jed Rubenfeld.“A woman's love for a man is half animal passion and half hate. The more a woman loves a man, the more she hates him.”
Jed Rubenfeld“There is no mystery to happiness.Unhappy men are all alike. Some wound they suffered long ago, some wish denied, some blow to pride, some kindling spark of love put out by scorn- or worse, indifference- cleaves to them, or they to it, and so they live each day within a shroud of yesterdays. The happy man does not look back. He doesn't look ahead. He lives in the present. But there's the rub. The present can never deliver one thing: meaning. The ways of happiness and meaning are not the same. To find happiness, a man need only live in the moment; he need only live for the moment. But if he wants meaning- the meaning of his dreams, his secrets, his life- a man must reinhabit his past, however dark, and live for the future, however uncertain. Thus nature dangles happiness and meaning before us all, insisting only that we choose between them. For myself, I have always chosen meaning.”
Jed Rubenfeld“A woman is at her greatest peril in the presence of a beautiful man.”
Jed Rubenfeld, The Interpretation of Murder“No man can keep a secret. If his lips are silent, he chatters with his fingertips.”
Jed Rubenfeld, The Interpretation of Murder“I know he is--sensitive--on some points, Detective, but you must bear in mind how hard it is for an honest man to do his work in relative obscurity, while dishonest men attain wealth and renown. That is why corruption is so pernicious. It breaks the will of good men.”
Jed Rubenfeld, The Interpretation of Murder“Wrong way to think about it. Don't try to figure it out all at once.”
Jed Rubenfeld, The Interpretation of Murder“What i literally cannot describe is the hollowness in my lungs when i am out of her presence. It is as if i were dying from the want of her.”
Jed Rubenfeld, The Interpretation of Murder“There is no mystery to happiness. Unhappy men are all alike. Some wound they suffered long ago, some wish denied, some blow to pride, some kindling spark of love put out by scorn -- or worse, indifference -- cleaves to them, or they to it, and so they live each day within a shroud of yesterdays. The happy man dies not look back. He doesn't look ahead. He lives in the present.”
Jed Rubenfeld, The Interpretation of Murder“Satisfying a savage instinct is incomparably more pleasurable than satisfying a civilized one.”
Jed Rubenfeld, The Interpretation of Murder