Quotes About Happiness

It is now the fall of my second year in Paris. I was sent here for a reason I have not yet been able to fathom. I have no money, no resources, no hopes. I am the happiest man alive. A year ago, six months ago, i thought I was an artist. I no longer think about it. I am. There are no more books to be written, thank God.

For the man in the paddock, whose duty is is to sweep up manure, the supreme terror is the possibility of a world without horses. To tell him that it is disgusting to spend one's life shoveling up hot turds is a piece of imbecility. A man can get to love shit if his livelihood depends on it, if his happiness is involved.

So, whether the world is going to pieces or not, whether you are on the side of the angels or the devil himself, take life for what it is, have fun, spread joy and confusion.

To make the world laugh is one thing; to make it happy is quite another. Nobody has even succeeded in doing it.

You can't make people joyous just by being joyous yourself. Joy has to be generated by oneself: it is or it isn't. Joy is founded on something too profound to be understood and communicated. To be joyous is to be a madman in a world of sad ghosts.

No tengo dinero, ni recursos ni esperanzas. Soy el hombre más feliz del mundo.

No tengo dinero ni recursos ni esperanza. Soy el hombre más feliz del mundo.

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 and 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.

Mostly, I was happy, I was laughing, I was having a good time. I had a good time because, as I said before, I really didn't give a fuck about anything.

Strange as it may seem today to say, the aim of life is to live, and to live means to be aware, joyously, drunkenly, serenely, divinely aware. In this state of god-like awareness one sings; in this realm the world exists as poem.

Non ho soldi,nè risorse,nè speranze.Sono l'uomo più felice del mondo

I hear not a word because she is beautiful and I love her and now I am happy and willing to die.

Here we are, we the people of the United States: the greatest people on earth, so we think. We have everything—everything it takes to make people happy. We have land, water, sky and all that goes with it. We could become the great shining example of the world; we could radiate peace, joy, power, benevolence. But there are ghosts all about, ghosts whom we can't seem to lay hands on. We are not happy, not contented, not radiant, not fearless.

Do anything but let it produce joy. Do anything but let it yield ecstasy.

Grover fue el único ser auténticamente alegre que conocí en mi vida y, en consecuencia, esto es un pequeño monumento que estoy erigiendo en su memoria, en memoria de esa certidumbre alegre. Es una lástima que tuviera que usar a Cristo de muleta, pero es que, ¿qué importa como se llegue a la verdad, con tal de que la captemos y vivamos gracias a ella?.

Sedam kraj nje i ona pri?a - cela poplava ra?i. Divlje suši?ave note histerije, perverzije, gube. Ne ?ujem ni re?, zato što je lepa i ja je volim, i sada sam sre?an i želim umreti.

Maybe the Negro will always be our friend, no matter what we do to him. I remember a conversation with a colored maid in the home of one of my friends. She said, "I do think we have more love for you than you have for us." "You don't hate us ever?" I asked. "Lord no!" she answered, "we just feel sorry for you. You has all the power and the wealth but you ain't happy.

Plânge si vei g?si un milion de crocodili care s? plâng? cu tine. Lumea e sc?ldat? în lacrimi...Bucuria e întemeiat? pe ceva prea profund pentru a fi înteles si comunicat. A fi bucuros înseamn? a fi un nebun într-o lume de strigoi tristi

Love is that powerful and prevalent passion by which all the faculties and inclinations of the soul are determined, and on which both its perfection and happiness depend. The worth and excellency of a soul is to be measured by the object of its love: he who loveth mean and sordid things doth thereby become base and vile; but a noble and well-placed affection doth advance and improve the spirit unto a conformity with the perfections which it loves.

other, in conjunction wherewith it thinks to be happy; and were it once rent from the world, and all the bewitching enjoyments under the sun, it would quickly search after some higher and more excellent object, to satisfy its

The rays of happiness, like those of light, are colorless when unbroken.

When thou are not pleased, beloved, Then my heart is sad and darkened, As the shining river darkens When the clouds drop shadows on it! When thou smilest, my beloved, Then my troubled heart is brightened, As in sunshine gleam the ripples That the cold wind makes in rivers.

Joy, temperance, and repose, slam the door on the doctor's nose.

Happy, thrice happy, every one Who sees his labor well begun, And not perplexed and multiplied, By idly waiting for time and tide!