Quotes About Happiness

Queria saber: Depois que se é feliz, o que acontece? O que vem depois?

Ser feliz é uma responsabilidade muito grande. Pouca gente tem coragem. Tenho coragem mas com um pouco de medo. Pessoa feliz é quem aceitou a morte. Quando estou feliz demais, sinto uma angústia amordaçante: assusto-me.

Obsessed with the desire to be happy I lost my life. I moved with the tension of a bow and arrow in an unreality of desires.

I must not forget, I thought, that I have been happy, that I am being happier than one can be. But I forgot, I've always forgotten.

I feel happier with animals than with people. When I watch my horse cantering freely across the fields— I am tempted to put my head against his soft, vigorous neck and narrate the story of my life. When I stroke my dog on the head — I know that he doesn't expect me to make sense or explain myself.

Only then did she see that her life was miserable. She felt like crying when she saw her other side, she who, as I said, had always thought she was happy.

Haz de nuevo la pregunta, Juana, no te he oído. —Quería saber qué pasa después de que se es feliz. ¿Qué ocurre después?

Esa muchacha no sabía que ella era lo que era, tal como un cachorro no sabe que es cachorro. Por eso no se sentía infeliz. Lo único que quería era vivir. No sabía para qué, no se lo preguntaba. Quién sabe, tal vez encontraba que había una ínfima gloria en vivir. Pensaba que una persona está obligada a ser feliz. De modo que lo era.

Criava as mais falsas dificuldades para aquela coisa clandestina que era a felicidade. A felicidade sempre iria ser clandestina para mim. Parece que eu já pressentia.

Lo único que estropea la felicidad es el miedo

Being happy is for what?

That night I'd already had quite a bit to drink. I wandered from bar to bar, until, excessively happy, I was afraid I'd outdo myself: I'd grown too comfortable in my own skin. I was looking for a way to pour some of myself out, before I completely overflowed

Today I woke up feeling such nostalgia for happiness. My whole life I've never been free. I always persecuted myself within me. I've became intolerable to myself. I live in the dilacerating duality. I have an apparent freedom but I am imprisoned inside me.

but the crime is more important than the punishment. I enliven all of me in my happy instinct for destruction.

She'd heard on Clock Radio that there were seven billion people in the world. She felt lost. But with the tendency she had to be happy she immediately consoled herself: there were seven billion people to help her.

A prova de que estou recuperando a saúde mental, é que estou cada minuto mais permissiva: eu me permito mais liberdade e mais experiências. E aceito o acaso. Anseio pelo que ainda não experimentei. Maior espaço psíquico. Estou felizmente mais doida. E minha ignorância aumenta. A diferença entre o doido e o não doido é que o não doido não diz nem faz as coisas que pensa.

Yes, she was happy inside her neurosis. War neurosis.

Estamos intentando la alegría! ¿Sientes al menos eso? ¿Y sientes cómo nos arriesgamos en el peligro? ¿Sientes que hay más seguridad en el dolor tibio?

Nenhuma felicidade ou infelicidade tinha sido tão forte que tivesse transformado os elementos de sua matéria, dando-lhe um caminho único, como deve ser o verdadeiro caminho.

Because it's too cruel to know that life is just one time and that we have no guarantee outside our faith in shadows - because it's too cruel, so I respond with the purity of an untamable happiness. I refuse to be sad. Let us be joyful.

Living is extremely tolerable, living keeps us busy and distracts us, living makes us laugh.

But now that I knew that suffering had been my happiness, I asked myself if I wasn't fleeing toward a God because I couldn't bear my humanity.

Até então eu nunca fora dona de meus poderes - poderes que eu não entendia nem queria entender, mas a vida em mim os havia retido para que um dia enfim desabrochasse essa matéria desconhecida e feliz e inconsciente que era finalmente: eu! eu, o que quer que seja.

Everything imprecise, but suddenly in imprecision she found a clearness that she had only sensed and hadn't been able to possess entirely. Perturbed she thought: everything, everything. Words are pebbles rolling in the river. It wasn't happiness that she felt then, but what she felt was fluid, sweetly amorphous, resplendent instant, somber instant.