Quotes About Happiness

announcer's unchecked joy.

People waste their happiness—that's what makes me sad. Everyone's so scared to be happy.

The secret is to just settle for the shape your life takes... Instead of... always waiting and wishing for what might make you happy.

People waste their happiness...Everyone's so scared to be happy.

feels good no matter what

Some people are so much sunshine to the square inch.

I am satisfied ... I see, dance, laugh, sing.

Afoot and light-hearted I take to the open road. Healthy, free, the world before me. The long brown path before me leading me wherever I choose. Henceforth, I ask not good fortune, I myself am good fortune. Henceforth, I whimper no more, postpone no more, need nothing.

I exist as I am, that is enough, If no other in the world be aware I sit content, And if each and all be aware I sit content. One world is aware, and by the far the largest to me, and that is myself.

Henceforth I ask not good fortune. I myself am good fortune.

The efflux of the soul is happiness, here is happiness, I think it pervades the open air, waiting at all times, Now it flows unto us, we are rightly charged.

To be in any form, what is that? (round and round we go, all of us, and ever come back thither,) If nothing lay more develop'd the quahung in it's callous shell were enough. Mine is no callous shell. I have instant conductors all over me whether I pass or stop, they seize every object and lead it harmlessly through me. I merely stir, press, feel with my fingers, and I am happy, to touch my person to someone else's is about as much as I can stand.

henceforth I will go celebrate any thing I see or am, And sing and laugh and deny nothing.

Will you seek afar off? You surely come back at last, In things best known to you finding the best or as good as the best, In folks nearest to you finding also the sweetest and strongest and lovingest, Happiness not in another place, but this place... not for another hour, but this hour

O past! O happy life! O songs of joy! In the air, in the woods, over fields, Loved! loved! loved! loved! loved! But my mate no more, no more with me! We two together no more. -from Out of the Cradle Endlessly Rocking

And henceforth I will go celebrate any thing I see or am, And sing and laugh and deny nothing.

The efflux of the soul is happiness, here is happiness, I think it pervades the open air, waiting at all times, Now it flows unto us, we are rightly charged. Allons! whoever you are come travel with me! Traveling with me you find what never tires.

O the blest eyes, the happy hearts, That see, that know the guiding thread so fine, Along the mighty labyrinth. -from Song of the Universal

I exist as I am, that is enough, If no other in the world be aware I sit content, And if each and all be aware I sit content.

Not one is dissatisfied . . . . not one is demented with the mania of owning things, Not

I dote on myself...there is that lot of me, and all so luscious. Each moment and whatever happens thrills me with joy.

Over the mountain growths, disease and sorrow, An uncaught bird is ever hovering, hovering, High in the purer, happier air.

I exist as I am, that is enough, If no other in the world be aware I sit content, And if each and all be aware I sit content. One world is aware and by far the largest to me, and that is myself

Ó lélek, nagynak tartod azt, ha roppant könyvek értelméig elhatolsz, És gondolattal terhesen drámákba és elméletekbe mélyedsz? De átérezni most felém trillázó boldogságod, kismadárka, Mellyel tele az ?r, elhagyatott szobám s a lassú délelÅ'tt, Ó, lélek, ez nem éppoly nagy dolog?