Quotes About Happiness

I will never again be able to look at this rug without grinning like an idiot.

The plan of happiness is pro-progression; thus the desire to progress is hardwired into our divine DNA. Whether we're conscious of it or not, we crave the feeling of moving forward, learning, growing, and improving—even if our steps forward are small and intermittent. That is why the lack of even modest progress leads to disillusionment and discouragement, whereas steady progress instills peace of mind and optimism.

As leaders have sought revelation, the guidance received over the past few years is to strengthen the sacrament meeting, honor the Sabbath day, and encourage and assist parents and individuals to make their homes a source of spiritual strength and increased faith—a place of joy and happiness.

May the magic always brighten your world~:.*.:~~:.*.:~

Human beings never enjoy complete happiness in this world, do they?

Through the thick and thin of it all, it is with every harmless personal dare that I have found my greatest happiness.

I don't suffer from my insanity -- I enjoy every minute of it.

When a man likes you, he will be interested in finding out what you like. If he makes you happy, he feels more secure. Everything men do is intended to impress women.

When you are happy, you are sexy

Ámate a ti misma, y a tu prójimo le dará gusto estar a tu lado.

That's the big picture, your happiness. And health. You should never care what a man thinks of you -- until he demonstrates to you that he cares about making you happy. If he isn't trying to make you happy, then send him back from "whence" he came because winning him over will have no benefit. At the end of the day, happines, joy...and yes...your emotional stability...those comprise the only measuring stick you really need to have.

Once you start laughing, you start healing.

When a man sees you are happy with him but you can be just as happy having nothing to do with him, that's when he won't want to leave your side. When you are happy, you are sexy.

Dear Bryony, There are many things I wish I had time to tell you, so I will say just this: These past few days have been some of the best days of my life. Because of you. My fervent hope is that you are safe and well as you read this letter. That you will have all the happiness I wish I could have shared with you. And that you will remember me not as a failed husband, but one who was still trying, til the very end. Yours always, Leo

She felt as if she'd been hugging puppies all day.

There was no such thing as a marriage with one happy spouse. Both must be or neither.

Mr. Marbleton tilted his head. "Do you really think of happiness as such a fragile entity?" "Mine is," she answered, still smiling. "I don't know that I've ever been properly happy. I simply careen between moments of intense buoyancy and moments of intense misery. Only my anxiety is constant: When I hope, I'm anxious that my hopes will come to nothing; when I fear, I'm anxious that my fears will all come true.

Our envy always lasts longer than the happiness of those we envy.

So far I have restrained myself. For how much longer, I do not know. I have never known such happiness, shot through with such misery. Only four days have passed, they tell me. But that is not true. It has been decades since I saw you last. You will find me a stooped old man when we meet again. Perhaps I might even need a pair of spectacles to recognize your veil. But I remain always, Your servant, C. One of Christian's onesided letters to the Baroness

Women who appear perfectly happy sometimes live in fear of their lives. And men who give every impression in public of kindness and amiability can be monsters in private.

He'd always associated her return with an extravagant happiness, the kind promised by fairy tales to keep children from despairing before life's indiscriminate hardships. But he'd believed it, moon-dust and starlight and all. It was not to be. They did not live happily ever after. The end.

This time he forgot everything. He only stood and stared. That smile. Christ, that smile. He recognized it by the wave of ecstatic joy that all but knocked him flat on his back. Had he though himself incapable of happiness in a sustained basis? He was wrong — and how. He could never have enough of this sweet elation. He wanted to splash in it, swim in it, drink it by the gallons, until nothing but bliss pulsed in his veins. The girl of his dreams. He had met her at last.

Research tells us that being comfortable with our vulnerabilities is central to our happiness, our creativity, and even our productivity.

For him, mastery of the game world is a source of joy.