Quotes About Happiness

If your happiness depends on your children being happy, that makes them your hostages. So stay out of their business, stop using them for your happiness, and be your own happiness. And that way you are the teacher for your children: someone who knows how to live a happy life.

When you stay out of your family's business, they notice that you have your stuff together and that you're happy, so they start to follow. You've taught them everything they know, and now they begin to learn again. And that's what happened with my children; they just don't see a lot of problems anymore, because in the presence of someone who doesn't have a problem, they can't hold on to one.

Atheist, agnostic, Christian, Jew, Muslim, Buddhist, Hindu, pagan—we all have one thing in common: we want happiness and peace.

That's like saying, "May my will be done, not God's will," rather than realizing, deeply, that God's will is your will at every moment. It's trying to get what you want, rather than wanting what you have, which is the only way you can ever be happy.

Whose business are my children? Their business! When we're mentally out of our children's business, we have a shot at happiness, and so do they, because finally there's an example in the house.

Quisiera hoy ser feliz de buena gana

It is by their own actions, good or bad, that men are happy or miserable. The virtues or vices of others will not affect us in the least.

We may assume God gave us music just to make us happy, not holy; he actually gave us music to make us happy and holy.

I never expected to be happy, to have a sense of belonging somewhere. I didn't grow up with a sense that this was possible or even desirable. I'm quite sure my parents didn't either, so I come by this honestly.

los nietos son el postre de la vida

At that moment the rooster was a tiny, light brown, fluffy ball. No clues to future developments could yet be discerned. All existence went along happily under the will of heaven. With the accelerating motion of nonexistence, unstable embarrassing details gradually displaced themselves.

When one good thing happened to you, other good things seemed to follow.

Something good happens to you, and you let off a different energy that attracts other good things.

Sometimes I think all the trouble in the world is caused by men. If there were no men, women would always be happy.

Toisinaan minusta tuntuu, että kaikki maailman ikävyydet johtuvat miehistä. Jollei miehiä olisi, naiset olisivat jatkuvasti onnellisia.

Because marriage is supposed to make you happy, not make you feel like a rat trapped in a very glamorous cage with twenty-thousand dollar silk draperies.

I was not meant for this world. I don't know. All I know is, I love, and I am not loved. I do not know happiness. I know despair, loneliness, and longing.

So there's a spiral death trap of dating. When you're with someone, you look happy and relaxed, and thus, a lot more people than you need are attracted to you. When you're sulky and alone, no one is attracted to you, and thus, you stay sulky and alone.

So for a while, they sat peacefully in the swamp, listening to Mrs. Starch hum while the little panther slurped happily and the emerald leaves overhead shimmered and shook in the sunlight.

Here's all I know about happiness: It's slippery. It's unpredictable. It's a different sensation for everyone. But one thing happiness is not is overrated. When you luck into some, enjoy every minute.

Aldous Huxley. 'Being contented has none of the glamour of a good fight against misfortune.' You think about that.

As she grew older, Erin accepted the fact that her mother was a restless gold digger who would never be happy, never be satisfied. On the other hand, her husbands knew exactly what they were getting and didn't seem to care. It taught Erin one of life's great lessons: an attractive woman could get whatever she wanted, because men were so laughably weak.

The dog was having a grand time. That's the thing about being a Labrador Retriever, you were born for fun. Seldom was your loopy, freewheeling mind cluttered by contemplation and never at all by somber worry. Every day was a romp. What else could there possibly be to life? Eating was a thrill, pissing was a treat, shitting was a joy. And licking your own balls? Bliss!

Again, Urbana had offered valuable counsel: 'A nice smile beats forty-inch jugs any day!