Quotes About Happiness

I have known such joys the likes of which might have inspired a Homer or a Shakespeare.

Indeed, the more you have of such things the poorer you are.

Happiness is like a butterfly: the more you chase it, the more it will elude you. But if you turn your intention to other things, it will come and sit softly on your shoulder.

Os únicos seres felizes no mundo são os que gozam livremente de um vasto horizonte

Não vejo porque um espírito sereno não possa viver com o mesmo contentamento e com pensamentos alegres num asilo ou um palácio

There are none happy in the world but beings who enjoy freely a vast horizon

There is nowhere recorded a simple and irrepressible satisfaction with the gift of life

Happiness writes in white ink on a white page.

Vous m'avez tout donné, le bonheur et la souffrance. Vous avez été mêlée à toutes mes choses de cet été, comme de la pluie mêlée aux branches d'un arbre. Vous avez désenchanté pour moi la solitude. A peine si j'y peux croire encore.

Happiness writes white.

To love abundantly is to live abundantly, and to love forever is to live forever.

There is no happiness in having and getting, but only in giving . . . half the world is on the wrong scent in the pursuit of happiness.

Esistono certi scrittori religiosi o meglio morali, i quali sostengono che in questo mondo la virtù è la via sicura della felicità e il vizio quella dell'infelicità: dottrina veramente sana e consolante, contro cui abbiamo un'obiezione sola, e cioè che non è vera.

There are a set of religious, or rather moral writers, who teach that virtue is the certain road to happiness, and vice to misery, in this world. A very wholesome and comfortable doctrine, and to which we have but one objection, namely, that it is not true. Indeed

Time changes us all, and happy that change where justice, truth, and love which can know no change grow in beauty with the passing years.

True happiness, we are told, consists in getting out of one's self; but the point is not only to get out - you must stay out; and to stay out you must have some absorbing errand.

I don't care about anything but you, and that's enough for the present. I want you to be happy--not to think of anything sad; only to feel that I'm near you and I love you. Why should there be pain? In such hours as this what have we to do with pain? That's not the deepest thing; there's something deeper.

Money's a horrid thing to follow, but a charming thing to meet.

he had long decided that abundant laughter should be the embellishment of the remainder of his days.

A swift carriage, of a dark night, rattling with four horses over roads that one can't see--that's my idea of happiness.

Who was she, what was she that she should hold herself superior? What view of life, what design upon fate, what conception of happiness, had she that she pretended to be larger than this large occasion? If she would not do this, then she must do great things, she must do something greater.

Money is a horrid thing to follow, but a charming thing to meet

He was an awkward mixture of strong moral impulse and restless aesthetic curiosity, and yet he would have made a most ineffective reformer and a very indifferent artist. It seemed to him that the glow of happiness must be found either in action, of some immensely solid kind, on behalf of an idea, or in producing a masterpiece in one of the arts.

It was the tragic part of happiness; one's right was always made of the wrong of some one else.