Quotes About Happiness

With my eyes closed, I would touch a familiar book and draw its fragrance deep inside me. This was enough to make me happy.

Reading was like an addiction; I read while I ate, on the train, in bed until late at night, in school, where I'd keep the book hidden so I could read during class. Before long I bought a small stereo and spent all my time in my room, listening to jazz records. But I had almost no desire to talk to anyone about the experience I gained through books and music. I felt happy just being me and no one else. In that sense I could be called a stack-up loner.

I'll be happy if running and I can grow old together.

In his or her own way, everyone I saw before me looked happy. Whether they were really happy or just looked it, I couldn't tell. But they did look happy on this pleasant early afternoon in late September, and because of that I felt a kind of loneliness new to me, as if I were the only one here who was not truly part of the scene.

Our lives are like a complex musical score. Filled with all sorts of cryptic writing, sixteenth and thirty-second notes and other strange signs. It's next to impossible to correctly interpret these, and even if you could, and could then transpose them into the correct sounds, there's no guarantee that people would correctly understand, or appreciate, the meaning therein. No guarantee it would make people happy. Why must the workings of people's lives be so convoluted?

It's a question of attitude. If you really work at something you can do it up to a point. If you really work at being happy you can do it up to a point. But anything more than that you can't. Anything more than that is luck.

Sometimes you're just the sweetest thing. Like Christmas, summer vacation, and a brand-new puppy rolled into one.

It is sometimes necessary for each person. Fill up with delicious food, get drunk, sing loudly and chat frivolously.

You make do with what you have. As you age you learn even to be happy with what you have.

No matter what the situation may be, I still take pleasure in witnessing the joy of others.

Once I began a book, I couldn't put it down. It was like an addiction; I read while I ate, on the train, in bed until late at night, in school, where I'd keep the book hidden so I could read during class. But I had almost no desire to talk with anyone about the experience I gained through books and music. I felt happy just being me and no one else.

There's only one kind of happiness, but misfortune comes in all shapes and sizes.

Having an object that symbolizes freedom might make a person happier than actually getting the freedom it represents.

April was too lonely a month to spend alone. In April, everyone around me looked happy. People would throw their coats off and enjoy each other's company in the sunshine—talking, playing catch, holding hands. But I was always by myself

Happiness is an allegory, unhappiness a story

You tell me there is no fighting or hatred or desire in the Town. That is a beautiful dream, and I do want your happiness. But the absence of fighting or hatred or desire also means the opposites do not exist either. No joy, no communion, no love. Only where there is disillusionment and depression and sorrow does happiness arise; without despair or loss, there is no hope.

Sometimes you're just the sweetest thing. Like Christmas, summer holidays and a brand-new puppy all rolled into one.

It's basically impossible for everybody's justice to prevail or everybody's happiness to triumph, so chaos takes over.

Tolstoy's famous line, all happiness is alike, but each pain is painful in its own way.

She didn't answer. Instead, she smiled sweetly. It was a smile so radiant that the air seemed to thin around it.

I just put my heart into it. That's the difference. It's a question of attitude. If you really work at something, you can do it, up to a point. If you really work at being happy, you can do it, up to a point...Anything more than that is luck.

Even now, whenever I think of her, I envision a quiet Sunday morning. A gentle, clear day, just getting under way. No homework to do, just a Sunday when you could do what you wanted. She always gave me this kick-back-and-relax, Sunday-morning kind of feeling.

When I was with him, I felt as if my life had finally come back to me.

Happiness is a warm friendship.