Quotes About Happiness

She hoped he dreamed of playing with other children, children who responded to him, children who didn't shy away because he didn't speak. In his dreams, she hoped he was happy. God could at least do that much, couldn't he?

Nicholas Sparks The Lucky One

I was still owed an explanation, I thought, but so what? What good was it going to do me? It wouldn't have made me any happier. It was like scratching when you have chicken pox. You think it's going to help, but the itch moves over, and then moves over again. My itch suddenly felt miles away, and I couldn't have reached it with the longest arms in the world. Realizing that made me scared that I was going to be itchy forever, and I didn't want that.

When you get older, it feels like happy memories and sad memories are pretty much the same thing. It is all just emotion in the end. And any of it can make you weep.

Do I want to be like him? Not really, I don't think. But I find myself worrying away at that stuff about pop music again, whether I like it because I'm unhappy, or whether I'm unhappy because I like.

Will had never wanted to fall in love. When it had happened to friends, it had always struck him as a peculiarly unpleasant-seeming experience, what with all the loss of sleep and weight, and the unhappiness when it was reciprocated, and the suspect, dippy happiness when it was working out.

The point is not that my life is one long golden summer which I am simply too self-absorbed to appreciate (although it might be, of course, and I am simply too self-absorbed to appreciate it), but that happy moments are possible, and while happy moments are possible I have no right to demand anything more for myself, given the havoc that would be wrought.

I hope that when people are happy together, it feels as though someone keeps piling seconds and thirds on their plates.

Read what you enjoy, not what bores you.

Maybe we all live life at too high a pitch, those of us who absorb emotional things all day, and as a consequence we can never feel merely content: we have to be unhappy, or ecstatically, head-over-heels happy, and those states are difficult to achieve within a stable, solid relationship. Maybe Al Green is directly responsible for more than I ever realized.

A couple of times a year I make myself a tape to play in the car, a tape full of all the new songs I've loved over the previous few months, and every time I finish one I can't believe that there'll be another one. Yet there always is, and I can't wait for the next one; you need only a few hundred more things like that, and you've got a life worth living.

A beautiful woman combining the prospect of happiness and nakedness in the same spoken sentence could achieve the power of the greatest lyric poetry.

Forse noi viviamo troppo protesi verso un apice, dico noi che assorbiamo emozioni da mattina a sera, e di conseguenza non riusciamo a sentirci semplicemente contenti: noi dobbiamo essere o disperati o al settimo cielo e questi stati d'animo sono difficili da raggiungere in una relazione stabile e solida.

I don't think I was very happy, and the problem with being a thirteen-year-old depressive is that when the rest of life is so uproarious, which it invariably is, there is no suitable context for the gloom.

All that night he thought like boomerangs fly: an idea would shoot way off into the distance, all the way to a caravan in Hollywood and, for a moment, when he had got as far away from school and reality as it was possible to go, he was reasonably happy; then it would begin the return journey, thump him on the head, and leave him in exactly the place he had started from. And all the time it got nearer and nearer to the morning.

Talán mi túl magas lángon éljük az életünket, mi, akik egész nap érzelmes dolgokat szívunk magunkba, és emiatt aztán soha nem tudjuk egyszer?en csak elégedettnek érezni magunkat: az kell, hogy vagy boldogtalanok legyünk, vagy eksztatikusan, észveszejtÅ'en boldogok, márpedig ezeket az érzelmi állapotokat nehéz elérni egy stabil, nyugodt kapcsolaton belül.

Man kann sich über jeden lustig machen, der unglücklich ist, man muss nur grausam genug sein.

It didn't help, reminding herself that if she were back in Blackpool she'd spend the afternoon aching to be in London. It just made her feel that she'd never be happy anywhere.

Als je hem voor de Nacht Zonder Jazz zou hebben gevraagd waar hij gelukkig van werd, dan zou hij niet goed hebben begrepen hoe relevant die vraag was. Nu wist hij het antwoord: naar bed gaan met Lucy, eten bij Lucy, tv-kijken met Lucy. En misschien zat daar geen toekomst in, maar het was het heden, en daar bestaat het leven uit.

You don't ask people with knives in their stomachs what would make them happy; happiness is no longer the point. It's all about survival; it's all about whether you pull the knife out and bleed to death or keep it in, in the hope that you might be lucky, and the knife has actually been staunching the blood. You want to know the conventional medical wisdom? The conventional medical wisdom is that you keep the knife in. Really.

People are all the fun in life - Candido's Apocalypse

A half-open window. Morning-fresh air carries curious sunlight into a bedroom. Flecks of dust shimmer yellow-gold. Four feet, entwined under white sheets. Joni's Blue, on the player. Delicate curtains slow-dance to Sunday's tune. Laughter. Talk of: what for breakfast? Anything. Anything at all.

Thank God. I was running out of hope. His arms coming around her, he drew her close and rested his cheek on her hair. I could never live without you, Lily. I could never be happy alone, now that I know what happiness is. He laughted softly. I thought I was perfectly content until I met you. I never realized how much I was missing until then. I haven't been the same man since I kissed you in that stable loft.

My capitulation wasn't dependent on a legend or a Shakespearean play, however. You were the reason I fell in love, sweet, precious Sophie. His gazed softened. How could I help but love you? I feel joy just being with you. I feel pleasure at the sound of your voice...