Quotes About Happiness

...beautiful as the rainbow, that smiling daughter of the storm...

Many things happen rain or shine, but rainbows are so special they happen rain AND shine!

Under every full moon are lovers in love, and under every bright sun two friends smile as one.

I didn't go to religion to make me happy. I always knew that a bottle of port would do that. If you want a religion to make you feel really comfortable, I certainly don't recommend Christianity. I am certain there must be a patent American article on the market which will suit you far better, but I can't give any advice on it.

I'm quitting to pursue my dream of not working here.

It is in his pleasures that a man really lives, it is from his leisure that he constructs the true fabric of self.

Take risks: if you win, you will be happy; if you lose, you will be wise.

Prudence operates on life in the same manner as rules on composition: it produces vigilance rather than elevation.... prudence keeps life safe, but does not often make it happy.

I skip for that all-over body tickle.

...he certainly made those long legs go! Hoppity-skip he went, hoppity-skip, down the street, and around the corner...

If you've lost your enthusiasm, there's no better place to find it than on a skipping excursion. And, you may just find your lost youth as well!

Skipping is jumping for joy, step after step.

With a light heart and a bounding step, Lucy was skipping...

I like to skip because I can't help but smile when I'm skipping (either I'm too uncoordinated to frown and skip at the same time or else it's a physical impossibility)!

Skipping is a form of flying.

Jumping, leaping, and skipping are the natural expressions of an individual's happiness and vitality.

Skipping is oxygen for the soul.

Skipping by the flowers, Skipping around for hours, Skipping in rain showers — Skipping has magical powers!

Skipping is one of nature's best antidepressants.

If you're enjoying your anxieties, then for goodness' sake do not go skipping!

Do cartwheels in the green grass of happiness and skip high towards the blue heavenly skies of joy!

Daily, with her school-books in her satchel, this little cherub passed the quaint old bell tower, always skipping merrily along and warbling a plaintive air.

The little boy was coming home from school. He was skipping merrily along, singing to himself and swinging his bag of books at arm's length, while he kept time with his nimble little feet to a song he had been learning in his class that day.

Two of the many great things about skipping: 1) It's free. 2) It frees you.