Elle m'a suivi çà et là aux quatres coins du monde
"But people are not important only because they can help make our goals come true; when they are treated as valuable in their own right, people are the most fulfilling source of happiness."
"A person who rarely gets bored, who does not constantly need a favorable external environment to enjoy the moment, has passed the test for having achieved a creative life."
"Adolescents who never learn to control their consciousness grow up to be adults without a "discipline". They lack the complex skills that will help them survive in a competitive, information-intensive environment. And what is even more important, they never learn how to enjoy living. They do not acquire the habit of finding challenges that bring out hidden potentials for growth."
"If being alone is seen as a chance to accomplish goals that cannot be reached in the company of others, then instead of feeling lonely, a person will enjoy solitude and might be able to learn new skills in the process."
"Because the family is our first and in many ways our most important social environment, quality of life depends to a large extent on how well a person succeeds in making the interaction with his or her relatives enjoyable. For no matter how strong the ties biology and culture has forged between family members, it is no secret that there is great variety in how people feel about their relatives. Some families are warm and supportive, some are challenging and demanding, others threaten the self of their members at every turn, still others are just insufferably boring. The frequency of murder is much higher among family members than among unrelated people. "
Mihaly Csikszentmihalyi, in Flow
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Lindo, lindo, lindo
Georges Moustaki
Voilà c'que c'est, mon vieux Joseph
Que d'avoir pris la plus jolie
Parmi les filles de Galilée
Celle qu'on appelait Marie
Tu aurais pu, mon vieux Joseph
Prendre Sarah ou Déborah
Et rien ne serait arrivé
Mais tu as préféré Marie
Tu aurais pu, mon vieux Joseph
Rester chez toi, tailler ton bois
Plutôt que d'aller t'exiler
Et te cacher avec Marie
Tu aurais pu, mon vieux Joseph
Faire des petits avec Marie
Et leur apprendre ton métier
Comme ton père te l'avait appris
Pourquoi a-t-il fallu, Joseph
Que ton enfant, cet innocent
Ait eu ces étranges idées
Qui ont tant fait pleurer Marie
Parfois je pense à toi, Joseph
Mon pauvre ami, lorsque l'on rit
De toi qui n'avais demandé
Qu'à vivre heureux avec Marie
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