Quotes About Happiness

The simple things in life make me very happy.

Individually, people are finding that a simpler lifestyle provides greater satisfaction than relentless pursuit of materialism.

The simpler things are, the happier they are.

Family time is the best gift for kids, and often it's the simplest things that make the best moments.

I learned that the simplest things made me the happiest.

And of course, pop music is all about memorability and simplicity and positive messages and a little dash of joy.

I am simply happy in Munich.

Contentment is, after all, simply refined indolence.

swear to you, friends, by all the gods, he seems to me happier in doing us kindnesses than in enriching himself.

Whatever the final laws of nature may be, there is no reason to suppose that they are designed to make physicists happy.

the idea of luck and happiness. How much of life was accidental and how much was work, and practically

The quality of your relationships will determine the quality of your life. And this is something worth praying about.

Nothing wrong with being single when you can do as you please without objection or complaint. The presence of the fur ball was icing on the cake.

I love being single. It's almost like being rich.

Sometimes I stand in the bathtub, elbows resting on the sill, and stare at passing cars, just thinking how lucky I am. I love being single. It's almost like being rich. I

Being rule-governed, I operate in a world filled with imaginary restraints. I'm happiest when signs are posted. No spitting, no public urination, no walking on the grass. I might not obey, but at least I knew where I stood.

I felt a jolt of pure joy. It was one of those occasions when I suddenly realized how happy I was. Life was good. I was female, single, with money in my pocket and enough gas to get home. I had nobody to answer to and no ties to speak of. I was healthy, physically fit, filled with energy.

Nothing wrong with being single when you can do as you please without objection or complaint.

Según el punto en que el narrador decide callar las historias tienen un final feliz o triste.

Sitting, years later, watching the last of the ice finally melting on our lake one morning in early April and hearing my husband and children walking through the woods behind me. They were laughing and talking, and I touched for a moment the deepest joy, the kind of joy that was, and still is, entirely enough to fill up my heart for this lifetime.

Their laughter would ring out abruptly, a sound Mother welcomed. "Our slaves are happy," she would boast. It never occurred to her their gaiety wasn't contentment, but survival.

It never occurred to her their gaiety wasn't contentment, but survival.

His laugh rose and fell and rose again, and I told myself I could love him for that alone.

Nina and I laughed, and then astonishingly, Mother laughed, and the sound the three of us made together in the room created a silly joy inside me.