For instance, if you come at four in the afternoon, I'll begin to be happy by three. The closer it gets to four, the happier I'll feel. By four I'll be excited and worried; I'll discover what it costs to be happy! But if you come at any od time, I'll never know when I should prepare my heart... There must be rites.

Si vienes, por ejemplo, a las cuatro de la tarde, comenzaré a ser feliz desde las tres.

Porque si vienes, por ejemplo, todos los días, a las cuatro de la tarde, ya desde las tres empezaré a ser feliz.

Si tu viens, par exemple, à quatre heures de l'après-midi, dès trois heures je commencerai d'être heureux.

If you come at four in the afternoon, I'll begin to be happy by three.

Voortaan moet je zeggen hoe laat je komt, want als je dan zegt om vier uur begin ik om drie uur al gelukkig te worden

Örneğin sen öğleden sonra dörtte geleceksen, ben saat üçte mutlu olmaya başlarım.

It would have been better to come back at the same hour,” said the fox. “If, for example, you came at four o’clock in the afternoon, then at three o’clock I shall begin to be happy. I shall feel happier and happier as the hour advances. At four o’clock, I shall already be worrying and jumping about. I shall show you how happy I am! But if you come at just any time, I shall never know at what hour my heart is to be ready to greet you . . . One must observe the proper rites . . .

PARA TENER LA FELICIDAD, BASTA CREER QUE SE TIENE

Do not set aside your happiness. Do not wait to be happy in the future. The best time to be happy is always now.

when there's a smile in your heart, there's no better time to start

No one feels good at four in the morning.
If ants feel good at four in the morning — three cheers for the ants.

1) la felicidad de cada uno está en proporción a su capacidad para sentirla, y 2) esta felicidad consiste solamente en la perfecta adecuación a la voluntad divina.

Merciless song, you leave me with my lone, nonconvertible, unmetamorphic body: I’m one-time-only to the marrow of my bones. Four A.M. The hour between night and day. The hour between toss and turn. The hour of thirty-year-olds. The hour swept clean for roosters’ crowing. The hour when the earth takes back its warm embrace. The hour of cool drafts from extinguished stars. The hour of do-we-vanish-too-without-a-trace. Empty hour. Hollow. Vain. Rock bottom of all the other hours. No one feels fine at four a.m. If ants feel fine at four a.m., we’re happy for the ants. And let five a.m. come if we’ve got to go on living.