Quotes About Happiness

Love was what made life worth living. Not the pursuit of pleasure, but love. Love, which involved the full spectrum of human emotions.

The blooms almost match the sunshine of your smile.

This strange gladness, this elation, would not outlive the return of common sense and cold reality.

Never the end, my love. Now that I have you at last. Only beginnings.

Henrietta was bitter. Nothing in her life had turned out well. Like everyone else, she had striven all her life to achieve happiness. Yet it seemed to her that she had never been happy.

Did disasters sometimes happen to turn one away from a wrong course into the right one, the one that would bring the most happiness and the greatest fulfillment?

La vida no era perfecta. Salvo en ocasiones.

You aren't intending to spend your married life quarreling, I hope?" Claude said, frowning as his brother passed a hand nervously through his hair and turned to the door. "I intend to be happy," Lord Francis said. "I shall see to it that I quarrel with Soph every day of our lives, Claude.

She was feeling almost happy. She allowed herself the qualifier of almost because she had accepted the fact that self-deception was also self-destructive. She would not deceive herself any more or hide behind any mask in an attempt to shield herself from the reality of her life.

There was such a thing as happiness, and it would be silly not to enjoy it when one felt it rather than shy away from it for fear it would not last.

You don't think you will be sorry, Diana? No, she said. Do you think you will be? Only if I see you unhappy, he said. I will never forgive myself if I make you unhappy.

That night had been the beginning of an idyllic few months. They had already been friends. Now they were also deeply in love.

He wanted desperately to love her, to be able to make her happy, to be a family with her and their children. He wanted the dream—home, wife, children, love, happiness. Not fleetingly—gone almost before he could grasp it, darkness at its heart—but forever.

Some people look forward to going to heaven after they die," he said. "For years after I purchased it, Rose Cottage was the earthly heaven to which I aspired.

But there was also an inner welling of joy, reflected in the eyes of the man who gazed back at her—it was the first dance of the rest of their lives.

This is all a joke to you, is it not? . . . It is not a joke. Your whole future happiness is at stake.

He had appeared so lighthearted most of the time. And it was his laughter, his teasing, and his smiling eyes that she had fallen in love with six years before.

It is all over now, love, he said, a smile lifting one corner of his mouth. We do not have to part ever again. I can take you home with me.

Every year I live I am more convinced that the waste of life lies in the love we have not given, the powers we have not used, the selfish prudence which will risk nothing, and which, shirking pain, misses happiness as well.

Are they supposed to cry so much and giggle every second when they're not crying? They never quit finding something so funny that I thought it'd break my eardrums a few times.

Home, he said softly. If there is a more beautiful word in any language, I do not know it.

You know how people say, Don't borrow trouble? Well, said Morgan, I guess it's the opposite of that. Doc is borrowing happiness.

Flaubert tells us that three things are required for happiness: stupidity, selfishness, and good health. I am, he told Morgan, an unhappy man -

And she laughed, a full octave, descending from high C like chimes.