Quotes About Happiness

I was happier then. Or was that I? Or am I now I? Can't bring back time. Like holding water in your hand.

I was happier then. Or was that I? Or am I now I?

Another life! A life of grace and virtue and happiness! It was true. It was not a dream from which he would wake. The past was past.

We are a generous people but we must also be just. —I fear those big words, Stephen said, which make us so unhappy.

The cheers died away in the soft grey air. He was alone. He was happy and free; but he would not be anyway proud with Father Dolan. He would be very quiet and obedient: and he wished that he could do something kind for him to show him that he was not proud.

She was one of those women who seemed to choose solitude and plainness over beauty, and anger over happiness.

FOR MA AND JADE, WHO LOVED A GOOD WHOPPER

See, dance changes people. Dancing makes you free. It makes people happy.

Be happy to, I said, cringing to hear such a dumb, folksy locution escape my lips, then launched into my well-rehearsed precis. The fact that humankind now finds itself in a post-Darwinian epistemological condition, I explained, need not trouble us from an ethical perspective.

one's capacity for happiness depends largely on how deeply one has suffered.

Ari smiled. The sun was shining, the weather was great, he was eating ice cream, and all his dreams were about to come true.

I love you. I love your smile, your snarl, your grin, your face when you're sleeping.

I don't care if we have our house, or a cliff ledge, or a cardboard box. Home is wherever we all are, together

When its true, when it's right, love can give you the kind of joy that you can't get from any other experience.

The act of laughing releases some nice chemical into your brain, you feel good and it's free.

Sometimes a happy delusion is better than grim reality.

Okay, if this is what falling in love feels like, someone please kill me now. (Not literally, overzealous readers.) But it was all too much—too much emotion, too much happiness, too much longing, perhaps too much ice cream…

So this is how happy feels, I thought. The energy, the automatic smile. This is what it's like to look forward to the day, to believe there could be good things coming.

Reading is not work, not a chore, not a drudgery; reading is the most joyful thing, yet, in the world.

A Poem By Maximum Ride How does one describe freedom, How can one call themselves free, How does one sleep at night knowing all the troubles that lay ahead, If one had a choice to be free or have freedom what does one pick, How does one even begin to describe the choices of being free, Freedom is choice, Freedom is happiness, Freedom is doing what you want, Freedom is to fly.

happy all life for ever

And then I'm thinking - is it so impossible to imagine or believe? - that a man and a woman can find happiness together for a little while, which afterall, is all that we have. All anyone has.

At that instant, I knew exactly what I wanted out of life: this. This feeling, this happiness, this embrace.

I'm glad I'm feeling this way. I'm really glad. Dr. Keyes looked rather dismayed. Really, sweetheart? Yes. And I don't want to let it go. Not yet. I'm just starting to feel it. And it feels...I don't know. Right, I guess. Maybe even...good.