Quotes About Happiness

Joss's ears perked up. He loved libraries. Nowhere else in the world felt so safe and homey. Nowhere else smelled like books and dust and happy solitude quite like a library did.

I wuff aunt Newwy's chippen!

Why is it that happiness remembered feels like despair?

The low noise he uttered in response sounded very much like a laugh. Her heart bloomed like a flower, for she had almost begun to believe she would never hear such a thing from her husband, and she was so glad she had.

Mr. Bradford," she said. "I'm not going to propose to you." The twinkle in Mr. Bradford's eyes faded. So did his smile. He managed to keep it on his face. It looked painful. "Oh," he said. "Mr. Bradford?" "Yes?" "Would you mind it so very much if...you know...you proposed to me?" The light in Mr. Bradford's eyes jumped to life. He beamed so largely it almost wasn't crooked. "If you want.

When---when I dance," she said quietly. "When I dance, I---I forget all the---the bad things." "I---I only remember the good things. That is the b-best thing about d-dancing.

A separate peace, Mrs. Cameron, is so declared. Now, let's go to see to young Master John Daniel Cameron." "John Daniel Cameron?" she queried. "Do you like it?" he asked. She leaned back in his arms, delighted, secure. "I love it," she assured him, and she curled her arms around his neck. "Just as I love his father!

Time passed by and Kathy gave birth to a cute baby boy …… he was just perfect. He had bright eyes and a happy smile on his chubby face. He was a bundle of joy. "This

He's got so much drugs and alcohol in him right now that about the only thing I could order him to do and expect a response on would be to smile.

Many of us learn to construct a clear and precise vision of what we want, but we're never taught how to enjoy what we actually have. There will always be more victories to strive for, more strangers to charm, more images to collect and pin to our vision boards. It's hard to want what we have; it's far easier to want everything in the world.

The more I have, The more I realize that all that matters is the small discoveries, the little interactions, the improvised, messy, glued-together moments that lie at the centre of our happiness. Everything else is just a distraction.

The question isn't whether or not your stuff sparks joy. The question is: Can you spark joy all by yourself?

A century ago, survival was the main event. Longing was an accepted part of existence. Today, the inability to achieve happiness or fit in with the herd is treated as a kind of moral failure.

Have lunch, have coffee, and continue to work hard on the things that won't dry up and blow away: Your health, your career, your little art projects or poems or essays, your odd new half-interests, the complicated folds of your sensitivity and your darkness, and your belief in a world that wants you to be happy.

Spending more money ensures greater happiness. This is the confused thinking of the duped consumer.

It's hard to want what we have; it's far easier to want everything in the world.

The beauty and the ultimate value of a story like Mad Men lies in its repeated insistence that unless we stop searching for more, we'll never truly find happiness or peace.

you're treating love and success as external rewards that bring happiness, when in fact love and success are side effects of happiness.

Even as depression and anxiety, or else simple dissatisfaction with the state of things, are as prevalent as ever, we are urged to get over these feelings, to recover from them, to bounce back quickly, or else to conceal them. To do otherwise is to embrace the "fail." You are not following the rules. Start acting like a happy winner or you might become a depressed loser forever.

Children laugh an average of three hundred or more times a day; adults laugh an average of five times a day. We have a lot of catching up to do.

I didn't want to hear that people lived happily ever after. I wanted to know that other people suffered, too.

Even back then I understood the real purpose of literature. I didn't want to hear that people lived happily ever after. I wanted to know that other people suffered, too.

Only adults weep with joy. Children don't. They haven't learned how rare moments of true happiness are.

To fill the earth with love release your thoughts into positive streams.