Quotes About Happiness

Ignorance is bliss.

There are disappointments which wring us, and there are those which inflict a wound whose mark we bear to our graves. Such are so keen that no future gratification of the same desire can ever obliterate them: they become registered as a permanent loss of happiness.

Where we are would be Paradise to me, if you would only make it so.

Love is a possible strength in an actual weakness. Marriage transforms a distraction into a support, the power of which should be, and happily often is, in direct proportion to the degree of imbecility it supplants.

Their position was perhaps the happiest of all positions in the social scale, being above the line at which neediness ends, and below the line at which the convenances begin to cramp natural feeling, and the stress of threadbare modishness makes too little of enough.

When farmer Oak smiled, the corners of his mouth spread, till they were within an unimportant distance of his ears, his eyes were reduced to mere chinks, and diverging wrinkles appeared round them, extending upon his countenance like the rays in a rudimentary sketch of the rising sun.

What woman, indeed, among the most faithful adherents of the truth, believes the promises and threats of the Word in the sense in which she believes in her own children, or would not throw her theology to the wind if weighed against their happiness?

Dairyman Crick's household of maids and man lived on comfortably, placidly, even merrily. Their position was perhaps the happiest of all positions in the social scale, being above the line at which needliness ends, and below the line at which the 'convenances' begin to cramp natural feelings, and the stress of threadbare modishness makes too little of enough

What then? Joy-jaunts, impassioned flings, Love and its ecstasy, Will always have been great things, great things to me!

That the party was intended to be a truly jovial one there was no room for doubt.

A felicidade não depende do que nos falta, mas sim do bom uso do que temos. Thomas Hardy

The spring came and calmed her; the summer came and soothed her; the autumn arrived, and she began to be comforted, for her little girl was strong and happy, growing in size and knowledge every day.

Perché dovremmo mettere fine a tutto ciò che è dolce e bello? - ella scongiurava - Quanto deve avvenire, avverrà - ...... - Tutto è angoscia laggiù, e qui dentro tutto è felicità. Anch'egli gettò un'occhiata fuori. Era proprio vero; dentro c'era affetto, unione, il perdono dell'errore; fuori stava l'inesorabile

But what is Wisdom really? A steady handling of any means to bring about any end necessary to happiness. Yet whether one's end be the usual end — a wealthy position in life — or no, the name of wisdom is seldom applied but to the means to that usual end.

Und da sie genötigt war, sich selbst zu den Glücklichen zu zählen, hörte sie nicht auf, über den Fortbestand des Unvorhergesehenen zu staunen, wo diejenige, der solche ungebrochene Heiterkeit im Erwachsenenstadium zuteil wurde, sie selbst war, deren Jugend sie gelehrt zu haben schien, daß Glück nur eine zufällige Episode in dem allgemeinen Drama menschlicher Pein war.

Si sdraiò sul suo giaciglio nel soggiorno e spense la luce. La notte entrò e vi prese il suo posto, noncurante e indifferente; quella stessa notte che si era già ingoiata la sua felicità e che ora stava distrattamente digerendosela; ed era pronta a ingoiare la felicità di migliaia d'altre persone, con la stessa noncuranza e impassibilità.

The secret of happiness lay in limiting the aspirations . . .

Angel began to comfort and reassure her, thinking to himself, truly enough, what a creature of moods she was, and how careful he would have to be of her when she depended for her happiness entirely on him.

rara vez el hombre digno de ser amado coincide con la hora de amar. Raramente dice la naturaleza «¡Mira!» al pobre ser humano en el instante en que hacerlo así puede conducirle a la felicidad; y pocas veces responde «Aquí» al grito de «¿Dónde?», hasta que ese juego del escondite degenera en un pasatiempo pesado y tedioso.

Me quedaré –dijo Gabriel. Y Bathsheba volvió a sonreír.

There is a common emotion we all recognize and have not yet named—the happy anticipation of being able to feel contempt.

Good," Mapp said. "That's very good. Eat some crabs. Grab Pilcher and smooch him on his face, go wild.

Nor can a man any more live, whose Desires are at an end, than he, whose Senses and Imaginations are at a stand.

Felicity is a continual progress of the desire, from one object to another; the attaining of the former being still but the way to the latter.