Happiness is like swallows in spring. It may come and nest under your eaves or it may not. You cannot command it. When you expect to be happy, you are not, and when you don’t expect to be happy, there is suddenly Easter in your soul, though it be mid-winter. Something, you do not know what, has broken the seal upon that door in the depth of your being that opens upon eternity. It is not yet time for you yourself to go out of it but what is beyond comes in and passes into you and through you. - Elizabeth Goudge