Quotes About Happiness

I remember, when I was a child and wrote poems in little clasped books, I used to kiss the books and put them away tenderly because I had been happy near them, and take them out by turns when I was going from home, to cheer them by the change of air and the pleasure of the new place. This, not for the sake of the verses written in them, and not for the sake of writing more verses in them, but from pure gratitude.

The Greeks said grandly in their tragic phrase, 'Let no one be called happy till his death' to which I would add, 'Let no one, till his death, be called unhappy.'

Love doesn't make the world go round, Love is what makes the ride worthwhile!

How glad I shall be if it is true that Tennyson is married! I believe in the happiness of marriage, for men especially.

Oh yes! I confess to loving Florence and to having associated with it the idea of home. My child was born here, and here I have been very happy and well. Yet we shall not live in Florence — we are steady to our Paris plan. We must visit Rome next winter, and in the spring we shall go to Paris viâ London;

CHAPTER V. 1846-1849 It is now time to tell the story of the romance which, during the last eighteen months, had entered into Elizabeth Barrett's life, and was destined to divert its course into new and happier channels. It is a story which fills one of the brightest pages in English literary history.

My Flush is as well as ever, and perhaps gayer than ever I knew him. He runs out in the piazza whenever he pleases, and plays with the dogs when they are pretty enough, and wags his tail at the sentinels and civic guard

If Fourierism could be realised (which it surely cannot) out of a dream, the destinies of our race would shrivel up under the unnatural heat, and human nature would, in my mind, be desecrated and dishonored — because I do not believe in purification without suffering, in progress without struggle, in virtue without temptation. Least of all do I consider happiness the end of man's life. We look to higher things, have nobler ambitions.

Shall I compare thee to a docking ring? Thou art more beautiful and more temperate, though that's not really hard when you're talking about an airlock whose external temperature is measured on the low end of kelvins. On the other hand, I'm not sure I could have been happier with anything or felt more raw, unfettered love than I did for that docking ring, right then. Free and with my afthands on metal, I stretched against the rotational acceleration and sighed

All things end, but this had been a healthy and happy part of my life, much better than the bit before.

She laughed inside, and even let the laughter touch her lips.

There's an eagle feather in my pocket and resolution like a fist clenching my chest and on some deep level I'm dead happy I don't know what comes next.

Dust caught himself smirking again. How hard could it be, to let the smile happen?

Had he robbed her of all joy forever? Or of all trust in her joy, which amounted to the same thing?

Pure white light enfold him and he smiled at the lie.

Shall I compare thee to a docking ring? Thou are more beautiful and more temperate, though that's not really hard when you're talking about an airlock whose external temperature is measured on the low end of kelvins. On the other hand, I'm not sure I could have been happier with anything or felt more raw, unfettered love than I did for that docking ring, right there. Free and my afthands on metal, I stretched against the rotational acceleration and I sighed.

It might lack of warmth, confort, and sartorial splendor, but Kit was happy simply to be clothed.

If they couldn't be together, and content; if they couldn't avoid being unhappy, even for a little while; if they were expected to take individual responsibility for their collective decision and suffer consequences for it…they did not wish to.

I'd rather be bored than sad. I'd rather be done than lonely.

Somewhere, he found a smile that was positively sunny, and gave it to her.

There are random moments - tossing a salad, coming up the driveway to the house, ironing the seams flat on a quilt square, standing at the kitchen window and looking out at the delphiniums, hearing a burst of laughter from one of my children's rooms - when I feel a wavelike rush of joy. This is my true religion: arbitrary moments of of nearly painful happiness for a life I feel privileged to lead.

Nothing tastes as good as being thin feels.

Hoping to live days of greater happiness, I forget that days of less happiness are passing by.

The iPhone mind-wandering study showed that when people are not thinking about what they're doing, they're just not as happy as when they're engaged. As