Quotes About Happiness

...It's easier to find a way to make money at something you love than to learn to love a job that you can make money at.

I never thought that I would have love again, but it's amazing how the universe brings love to you.

Love is a gift. You give love and that's where the joy is.

Love is like smiling, it never fades and is contagious.

Love is happy when it is able to give something. The ego is happy when it is able to take something.

Love, if you love me, lie next to me. Be for me, like rain, the getting out of the tiredness, the fatuousness, the semi- lust of intentional indifference. Be wet with a decent happiness.

It's hard not to fall in love with Seattle on a beautiful summer's day.

I have a quite feeling of pity for all those who don't know chess; almost like I am sorry for those who never learned to love. Chess, like love and music, has the ability of making people happy.

Love is the best part of life

The only unhappiness is not to love God.

To love or have loved is all-sufficing. We must not ask for more. No other pearl is to be found in the shadowfolds of life. To love is an accomplishment.

I love being home at Christmastime.

The perfect thing for me is to be on something I love, where I'm doing it and have enough money not to be poor, and I'm allowed to go on vacation.

If you love people, you'll enjoy your life. If you don't, you won't love anything you do.

I love old funky things. Color just makes me happy, and things all lined up.

You know who your true friends are when things go wrong for you, but the opposite is also true. When things go well, the people who really love you are happy.

First love is the only pure and happy one. If it goes wrong, nothing can replace it. Later loves can never attain to the same limpid perfection; though they may be as solid, as marble, they are streaked with veins of another colour, the dried blood of the past.

Everything I feel attracted to, all things that hold me enthralled in an ever more fierce and tyrannical fascination: that is all I can call reality. All the rest is just chance. This kind of reality leaves more traces of suffering than of happiness: but nobody thinks about that.

Sendak is in search of what he calls a yummy death. William Blake set the standard, jumping up from his death bed at the last minute to start singing. A happy death, says Sendak. It can be done. He lifts his eyebrows to two peaks. If you're William Blake and totally crazy.

Each month is gay, Each season nice, When eating Chicken soup With rice

Socrate, ossia colui che, morendo, ha sostenuto che c'è un nesso istitutivo tra sapere, virtù e felicità.

Seeing him with Mom in his eyes and no sadness there at all. Maybe that was why everybody liked nostalgia. It was the past with only the good parts left in.

Why did she marry you?" "I think she was fatigued by my importunities. She was not very strong. But it may be that she married me out of pique. She never told me. I did not inquire." "Yet you were very happy with her?" "While she lived, I was ideally happy.

Academically, the Duke had often reasoned that a man for whom life holds no chance of happiness cannot too quickly shake life off. Now, of a sudden, there was for that theory a vivid application.