Quotes About Happiness

You've been most happy; you've drawn a prize such as your wildest dreams could not have fancied. Had some elfish legend made you the heroine of a fairy's favour, who showered down blessings, could the tale have given a gift more precious than Count Upsel's love?

I always think that those who are impervious to grief most be impervious also to happiness. If you have feelings capable of the one, you must have them capable also of the other.

And I hope you will be happy — and make others happy." "I hope I shall," said she. "But always think most about the latter, my dear. Think about the happiness of those around you, and your own will come without thinking. You understand that; do you not?

have an idea that people ought to be happy if it be only for the sake of their neighbours.

Yes, here I am again, trying my hand at the old game. They say that you can never cure a gambler or a politician; and, though I had very much to make me happy till that great blow came upon me, I believe that it is so. I am uneasy till I can see once more the Speaker's wig, and hear bitter things said of this "right honourable gentleman," and of that noble friend.

Who were the happy people that were driven neither by ambition, nor poverty, nor greed, nor the cross purposes of unhappy love, to stifle and trample upon their feelings?

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But she was not a woman to be unhappy because she was growing old. Her happiness, like that of most of us, was ever in the future, — never reached but always coming. She, however, had not looked for happiness to love and loveliness, and

As to happiness in this life it is hardly compatible with that diminished respect which ever attends the relinquishing of labour.

Lucy found that nothing would occur to her at that moment worthy of being spoken. There she sat, still and motionless, afraid to take up a book, and thinking in her heart how much happier she would have been at home at the parsonage. She was not made for society; she felt sure of that;

All that the world can give will be thine; and yet when we talk of thee religiously, philosophically, or politico-economically, we are wont to declare that thy chances of happiness are no better, — no better, if they be no worse, — than are those of thine infant neighbour just born, in that farmyard cradle.

the principal duty which a parent owed to a child was to make him happy. Not

Never mind love. After all, what is it? The dream of a few weeks. That is all its joy. The disappointment of a life is its Nemesis. Who was ever successful in true love? Success in love argues that the love is false. True love is always despondent or tragical.' . . . 'There is no happiness in love, except at the end of an English novel.

It is often said that a secure childhood makes the best foundation for a happy life. In marked contrast to her cousin Elizabeth Tudor, Mary Stuart enjoyed an exceptionally cosseted youth. It is left to the judgement of history to decide whether it did, in fact, adequately prepare her for the extreme stresses with which the course of her later life confronted her.

I don't go for people who lead full and satisfying lives.

the left's conviction that revolution and the coercive redistribution of wealth could produce universal happiness.

Blood-red Roses Tell You of Happiness'.

Look, bimba—In my country we have a—how you say?—a proverb. Amare, cantare, mangiare.—Loving, singing, eating—these are God's three gifts. You don' need more.

In after years Miranda knew that her first sight of Dragonwyck was the most vivid and significant impression of her life. She stared at the fantastic silhouette which loomed dark against the eastern sky, the spires and gables and chimneys dominated in the center by one high tower; and it was as though the good and evil, the happiness and tragedy, which she was to experience under that roof materialized into physical force and struck across the quiet river into her soul.

I sing the joy of wandering and the pleasure of the wanderer's death

I didn't want her girlfriend to suffer. But I didn't feel particularly guilty, either. They seemed so far from love, I even thought (stupidly) that the girlfriend might be happy to have Lucy taken off her hands. They had become strangers. Maybe they always had been. And we were magic.

Make peace with the fact that there will be those who bitch no matter what you do. You might as well do what makes you happy, so at least when you hear the bitching, you'll know that the event they're griping about was exactly the one you wanted.

One's country is wherever one does well. Où l'on est bien, là est la patrie.

Le bonheur est à ceux qui se suffisent à eux-mêmes.