Quotes About Happiness

You always get more respect when you don't have a happy ending.

My mother is convinced that yellow is a happy color and that a happy girl would get a husband. -Penelope Featherington

Sometimes Hen...I think I would give my life just for one of your smiles.

the unexpected moment [is] always sweeter.

Happy endings are all I can do. I wouldn't know how to write anything else.

It was heaven. Forget angels, forget St. Peter and glittering harpsichords. Heaven was a dance in the arms of one's true love.

But Hyacinth Bridgerton, who at ten should have known the least about kisses of anyone, just blinked thoughtfully, and said, "I think it's nice. If they're laughing now, they'll probably be laughing forever." She turned to her mother. "Isn't that a good thing?

Michael nodded tersely, eyeing a table across the room. It was empty. So empty. So joyfully, blessedly empty. He could picture himself a very happy man at that table. "Not feeling very conversational this evening, are we?" Colin asked, breaking into his (admittedly tame) fantasies.

It was strange, to find a woman who could make him happy just with her mere presence. He didn't even have to see her, or hear her voice, or even smell her scent. He just had to know that she was there.

Don't look so upset," Hyacinth said, once it was just the two of them again. "You're quite a catch." He looked at her assessingly. "Is one meant to say such things quite so directly?" She shrugged. "Not to men one is trying to impress." "Touché, Miss Bridgerton." She sighed happily. "My three favorite words." Of that, he had no doubt.

In his heart, she'd been smiling for him. But now she was smiling at Colin Bridgerton, he of the famous charm and sparkling green eyes.

Thank you," she whispered, sending up a quick prayer for his continued recovery. "You're welcome," Marcus murmured. Honoria let out a little shriek of surprise, jumping back nearly a foot. "Sorry," he said, but he was laughing. It was quite the loveliest sound Honoria had ever heard. "I wasn't thanking you," she said pertly. "I know." He smiled

There are moments in a woman's life when her heart flips in her chest, when the world suddenly seems uncommonly pink and perfect, when a symphony can be heard in the tinkle of a doorbell.

He'd tried so hard to convince himself that it didn't matter if she loved him, that having her as his wife was enough. But now… Now that she'd said it, now that he knew, now that his heart had soared, he knew better. This was heaven. This was bliss. This was something he'd never dared hope to feel, something he never could have dreamed existed. This was love. --(Michael)

Look at me," John gasped. "I cannot remember the last time I allowed myself to be so happy. I smile all day long without knowing why. I climbed a bloody tree, vaulted through your window, and here I am—laughing.It's the middle of the night, and yet here I am with you. Dancing at midnight, holding perfection in my arms." -John Blackwood to Arabella Blydon

But looking beautiful isn't, I think, as important as feeling beautiful

She was in love. Lady Sarah Pleinsworth was in love. And it was grand.

Happiness could be like a head cold. Or cholera. Catching.

He leaned down and whispered, "I love you," in Honoria's ear. Just because he wanted to. She didn't look up, but she smiled. And he smiled, too

Love was the best present of all...

Are you certain you'll be happy?" she asked. Eloise smiled ruefully. "It's a little late to wonder, don't you think?" "It might be too late to do anything about it, but it's never too late to wonder.

Francesca não precisava amá-lo. Mas tinha de se sentir livre. Livre para ser feliz. Porque se não estivesse feliz... Bem, 'isso' o mataria. Podia viver sem o seu amor, mas não sem a sua felicidade.

It was so strange how someone could love another person so much and so well but still not understand what made her happy.

Laugh. Laugh out loud, and laugh often. And when circumstances call for silence, turn your laugh into a smile.