Quotes About Happiness

I thought about the screws and their happiness. Maybe they were glad to be free of the eggbeater, to be independent screws, to luxuriate on white trays. It did feel good to see them happy.

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 the despair of loss, there is no hope.

It was the usual noontime university scene, but as I sat watching it with renewed attention, I became aware of a certain fact. In his or her own way, each person I saw before me looked happy. Whether they really were happy or just looked it, I couldn't tell. But they did look happy on this pleasant early afternoon at the end of September, and because of that I felt a kind of loneliness that was new to me, as if I were the only one here who was not truly part of the scene.

Am I happy? All I can say is I guess so. That's pretty much the way it is with dreams.

Girls my age never use the word "fair". Ordinary girls as young as I am are basically indifferent to whether things are fair or not. The central question for them is not whether something is fair but whether or not it's beautiful or will make them happy. "Fair" is a man's word, finally, but I can't help feeling that it is also exactly the right word for me now.

That's why you need to grab whatever chance you have for happiness where you find it, and not worry too much about other people. My experience tells me that we get no more than two or three such chances in a lifetime, and if we let them go, we regret it for the rest of our lives.

Confidence; as a teenager? Because I knew what I loved. I loved to read; I loved to listen to music; and I love cats. Those three things. So, even though I was an only kid, I could be happy because I knew what I loved. Those three things haven't changed from my childhood. I know what I love, still, now. That's a confidence. If you don't know what you love, you are lost.

Every person should decide for himself how happy, or unhappy, our society might be.

Não é fácil fazer generalizações sobre a dor. Cada dor tem as suas características próprias. Reformulando a famosa frase de Tolstói: Todas as felicidades se parecem umas com as outras; cada dor dói à sua maneira.

Only where there is disillusionment and depression and sorrow does happiness arise: without the despair of loss, there is no hope.

Xét cho cùng Trái ??t không hoàn thành quãng ???ng n?ng n? v?t v? vòng quanh m?t tr?i c?a nó ch? ?? cho con ng??i có th? có ???c kho?ng th?i gian t?t ??p và chút vui thú.

I've heard it said that the happiest time in our lives is the period when pop songs really mean something to us, really get to us.

Although I was lonely, I was not unhappy. I was able to cling to myself. At least now I had a self to cling to.

Aku akan bahagia jika aku dan lari bisa menua bersama.

Compared to these women, isn't a woman who is not beautiful—who is even considered to be ugly—and yet enjoys that fact, a far happier person? No matter how beautiful a woman might be, she always has imperfections, and likewise no matter how ugly a woman might be, there's always a part of her that is beautiful. And they seem to freely revel in that part of themselves, unlike beautiful women. It's not a substitute for anything, or a metaphor.

Anyhow, be happy. I get the feeling a lot of shit is going to come your way, but you're a stubborn son of a bitch, I'm sure you'll handle it. Mind if I give you one piece of advice?" "Sure, go ahead." "Don't feel sorry for yourself," he said. "Only assholes do that.

Am I happy? If you asked me this, I'd have to say, 'Yeah, I guess.' Because dreams are, after all, just that: dreams.

Io leggevo molto i libri, è vero, ma non leggevo molti libri, perché a me piaceva leggere più volte quelli che amavo […] Leggevo e rileggevo lo stesso libro molte volte, e a volte chiudevo gli occhi e mi riempivo i polmoni del suo odore. Il semplice annusare quel libro, scorrere le dita tra le pagine, per me era la felicità»

Happiness is an allegory, unhappiness, a story. - Tolstoy

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

Someone who can search for something is happy. Searching gives a meaning to life. Nowadays it's not so easy to find something you might be looking for. The most important thing, however, is the search itself, the way you take. It's not so important where it leads. that's why my characters are always looking for something, maybe only a cat, a sheep or a wife, but that is at least the beginning of a story.

Leía mucho, lo que no quiere decir que leyera muchos libros. Más bien prefería releer las obras que me habían gustado. (...) Así pues, no tenía este punto en común con los demás, y leía mis libros a solas y en silencio. Los releía y cerraba los ojos y me llenaban de su aroma. Sólo aspirando la fragancia de un libro, tocando sus páginas, me sentía feliz.

People who are driven to excel have this unconscious propensity to underinvest in their families and overinvest in their careers—even though intimate and loving relationships with their families are the most powerful and enduring source of happiness.

Whether they learn it from their family, school, or athletics, many people establish an identity by comparing themselves with others. When they see others gain power, information, money, or recognition, for instance, they experience what the psychologist Abraham Maslow called "a feeling of deficiency"—a sense that something is being taken from them. That makes it hard for them to be genuinely happy about the success of others—even of their loved ones.