Quotes About Happiness

You soon get tired of what's extraordinary, dragon rider. It's often the most ordinary things that bring great happiness.

It was far easier to believe in unhappiness than in happiness.

Only in books could you find pity, comfort, happiness – and love. Books loved anyone who opened them, they gave you security and friendship and didn't ask anything in return, they never went away, never, not even when you treated them badly. Love, truth, beauty, wisdom and consolation against death.

Voleva tornare nel suo sogno. Forse era ancora lì, da qualche parte dietro le palpebre abbassate. Forse alle ciglia era rimasta attaccata un po' di felicità, come la polvere d'oro delle fatine della buonanotte.

Happy was not a word Nerron usually used to describe himself. It was, in his eyes, an emotional state only possible when paired with stupidity.

ten pages of escapism, ten pages far from everything that made him unhappy, ten pages of real life instead of the monotony that other people called the real world?

You're paying the price now, Elinor,' she often told herself these days. Paying the price for the happiness of those last months. Didn't books always say that, too: that there's always a price to pay for happiness? How could she ever have thought she would simply find it and be allowed to keep it?

No, the story much have a happy ending. It wouldn't be right otherwise! She had never liked sad stories.

Children are the best cure for Santa sadness, he thought. And Santas are good for sad children. So …

Sie war so froh, das Jacob gekommen war. Und wünschte sich so sehr, er hätte sie nie gefunden.

It was far easier to believe in unhappiness than happiness.

C'era una volta... le fiabe non cominciano così per niente, Will. Ma il poi vissero per sempre felici e contenti ce lo si deve guadagnare.

If only it wasn't so difficult. It was far easier to believe in unhappiness than in happiness.

God doesn't want us to be happy when it causes us to do something wrong or unwise

When happiness becomes our standard for judging truth, things that make us happy give us permission to do some things that otherwise would be considered wrong.

If I was living in a happier place, said Eggingarde, I might tell stories with happier endings.

We want ecstasy as a way of life, not a liver-poisoning alcoholiday from it.

What if God wants us to be happy? What if there's nothing else around the bend? What if all our unhappiness is in the past and from here on out we get an uncomplicated life? Some people get that, you know. Why shouldn't it be us?

You have to believe that you're entitled to happiness.

In my expectation that good fortune will lead inextricably to its reversal, I should note that I don't think I'm less deserving of happiness than anyone else; it is that in an unequal world, nobody deserves the privileges I enjoy.

And how heartbreaking, because if it were all just a few degrees different, she is pretty sure they could be quite happy together.

We're so lucky, I said. Don't you think? Most people don't have that. I know, everywhere other than New York, if you have a good job and a spouse and kids and a house and a car, those are the markers of maturity and stability and completeness. And you eat your dinner at seven P.M. and go to bed at ten, and go for vigorous jogs on the weekend. If you're into that, great. But there are lots of other ways to put a life together.

If this was all I ever got, it would be the best thing that had ever happened to me, and if this was all I ever got, I'd never stop wanting more of it.

We both were smiling, and I loved him, I loved him completely, and I knew that he loved me back. I could feel it. That moment- inside it, I could anticipate the thing I most wanted and I could be beyond it, it had happened already, and I was ensconced in the rich reassurance of knowing it was certain and definite.