Quotes About Happiness

My envy's not dangerous; it wouldn't hurt a mouse.

Miss Chancellor would have been much happier if the movements she was interested in could have been carried on only by people she liked,and if revolutions, somehow, didn't always have to begin with one's self--with internal convulsions,sacrifices,executions.

From five o'clock to eight is on certain occasions a little eternity; but on such an occasion as this the interval could be only an eternity of pleasure.

The sense of success -the most agreeable emotion of the human heart

She envied the security of valuable 'pieces' which change by no hair's breadth, only grow in value, while their owners lose inch by inch youth, happiness, beauty[.]

Mi piacciono i luoghi dove sono avvenute molte cose... anche tristi. Molte persone sono morte qui; era un luogo pieno di vita." ââ'¬Å"È questo che tu chiami pieno di vita?" "Voglio dire pieno di esperienze... di sentimenti e di dolori... E non solo di on solo di dolori, perché io sono stata molto felice, qui, da bambina.

The golden bowl – as it was to have been.' And Maggie dwelt musingly on this obscured figure. 'The bowl with all our happiness in it. The bowl without the crack.

you mustn't think life will be for you all hard things. You've the right to be happy. You must make up your mind to it. You must accept any form in which happiness may come.

From lapsing into eagerness on this point she earnestly prayed she might be delivered; she held that a woman ought to be able to live to herself, in the absence of exceptional flimsiness, and that it was perfectly possible to be happy without the society of a more or less coarse-minded person of another sex.

It takes a great deal to make a successful American, but to make a happy Venetian takes only a handful of quick sensibility. The

Io non desidero di saper di più di quello che so. So già fin troppo. Più si sa e più s'è infelici.

Nothing could be happier, in general, than to seem dazzling, but she had a perverse unwillingness to glitter by arrangement.

Deep in her breast she believed that he had invested his all in her happiness, while the others had invested only a part.

He reconstructed a possible groping Chad of three or four years before, a Chad who had, after all, simply—for that was the only way to see it—been too vulgar for his privilege. Surely it was a privilege to have been young and happy just there. Well, the best thing Strether knew of him was that he had had such a dream.

I don't care how I live, nor where I live, said Millicent, so long as I can do as I like.

I thought with joy of the morrow

He's a thin-skinned, morbid, mooning little beggar, with a good deal of imagination and not much perseverance, who will expect a good deal more of life than he will find in it. That's why he won't be happy.

You take things easily, and you have fewer prejudices even than I, who pretend to have none, but who in reality have three or four. Happy man, you are strong and you are free.

I've lived out my melancholy youth. I don't give a fuck anymore what's behind me, or what's ahead of me. I'm healthy. Incurably healthy. No sorrows, no regrets. No past, no future. The present is enough for me. Day by day. Today!

She rises up out of a sea of faces and embraces me, embraces me passionately--- a thousand eyes, noses, fingers, legs, bottles, windows, purses, saucers all glaring at us an we in each other's arm oblivious. I sit down beside her and she talks--- a flood of talk. Wild consumptive notes of hysteria, perversion, leprosy. I hear not a word because she is beautiful and I love her and now I am happy and willing to die.

It's good to be just plain happy, it's a little better to know that you're happy; but to understand that you're happy and to know why and how and still be happy, be happy in the being and the knowing, well that is beyond happiness, that is bliss.

Who wants to be a hundred? What's the point of it? A short life and a merry one is far better than a long one sustained by fear, caution, and perpetual medical surveillance.

A good meal, a good talk, a good fuck--what better way to pass the day?

I have no money, no resources, no hopes. I am the happiest man alive. A year ago, six months ago, I thought that I was an artist. I no longer think about it, I am. Everything that was literature has fallen from me. There are no more books to be written thank God.