Quotes About Happiness

Ludens experienced, as an extra pain, an intimation of the happiness he might have felt in such a place.

Happiness. What's that? I don't know. How can one be happy when one loves a demon?

I feel so depressed. I have to be merry and bright while I just want to cry.

Happiness is a matter of one's most ordinary everyday mode of consciousness being busy and lively and unconcerned with self. To be damned for one's ordinary everyday mode of consciousness to be unremitting agonizing preoccupation with self.

One of the secrets of a happy life is continuous small treats, and if some of these can be inexpensive and quickly procured so much the better. Life

Ludens felt again that special curious anguish caused by glimpses of a happiness he would have felt if only things were different — which could be different, perhaps could easily be different — but somehow maddeningly were not.

However life, unlike art, has an irritating way of bumping and limping on, undoing conversions, casting doubt on solutions, and generally illustrating the impossibility of living happily or virtuously ever after;

How rarely can happiness be really innocent and not triumphant, not an insult to the deprived. How offensive it can be, the natural instinctive showing off of decent happy people.

Perhaps the reality is in the suffering. But it can't be. Love promises happiness. Art promises happiness. Yet it isn't exactly a promise . . .

Happiness must exist. It can't all be made of pain. But what is happiness made of?

I do wish you could be happy. If I thought you could be happy I could simply cease to exist with a sigh of joy.

What are you thinking, my love, my darling?' 'About you. I was wondering if you could make me happy. It would be fearfully difficult.' 'I'm fearfully clever, and I love you fearfully much.

Como todavía no hablase, dije: —¿Podríamos ser felices? Honor dijo: —Esto no tiene nada que ver con la felicidad, nada en absoluto. Era cierto. Acepté la promesa de sus palabras. Dije: —No sé si sobreviviré a ello. Honor dijo con una espléndida sonrisa: —¡Tienes que correr el riesgo!

Do you think it's ever safe to say one's happy?

She has lost the instinct for happiness.

The loss of her reason did not seem to have made her unhappy

One can't whistle up happiness. It's a gift of nature and I haven't got it.

When I am told that a person is happy,' said Nick, 'I know that he is not. Of really happy people this is never said.

She would give ease to his too long wandering heart, and then he could live more fully in the world of other people, more able, because more happy, to give them his full attention.

How happy are those who believe that they can pray and be helped, or even, without being helped, be listened to.

Terrible sadness, dread, an agonizing desire for happiness swelled in his heart.

Uno de los secretos de una vida feliz es la continuidad de los pequeños placeres, y si algunos pueden ser baratos y conseguidos sin demora, tanto mejor.

People may be settled into ways of life which preclude continued happiness, but which are satisfactory and far to be preferred to alternatives.

She had not even framed the idea of happiness in connection with her marriage