Quotes About Happiness

Happy and thrice happy are those who enjoy an uninterrupted union, and whose love, unbroken by any sour complaints, shall not dissolve until the last day of their existence.

Happy, thrice happy and more, are they whom an unbroken bond unites and whose love shall know no sundering quarrels so long as they shall live.

Now is the time for drinking, now the time to beat the earth with unfettered foot.

We rarely find anyone who can say he has lived a happy life, and who, content with his life, can retire from the world like a satisfied guest.

You traverse the world in search of happiness, which is within the reach of every man. A contented mind confers it on all.

He is not poor who has enough of things to use. If it is well with your belly, chest and feet, the wealth of kings can give you nothing more.

For joys fall not to the rich alone, nor has he lived ill, who from birth to death has passed unknown.

He will through life be master of himself and a happy man who from day to day can have said, "I have lived: tomorrow the Father may fill the sky with black clouds or with cloudless sunshine."

It is not the rich man you should properly call happy, but him who knows how to use with wisdom the blessings of the gods, to endure hard poverty, and who fears dishonor worse than death, and is not afraid to die for cherished friends or fatherland.

In vain do they talk of happiness who never subdued an impulse in obedience to a principle. He who never sacrificed a present to a future good, or a personal to a general one, can speak of happiness only as the blind speak of color.

There's no pleasure on earth that's worth sacrificing for the sake of an extra five years in the geriatric ward of the Sunset Old People's Home, Weston-Super-Mare.

To act with common sense, according to the moment, is the best wisdom I know and the best philosophy is to do one's duties, take the world as it comes, submit respectfully to one's lot; bless the goodness that has given us so much happiness with it, whatever it is; and despise affectation.

He was persuaded he could know no happiness but in the society of one with whom he could for ever indulge the melancholy that had taken possession of his soul.

Su dicha fué completa, pues la halló sola, en batón, y los rizos sobre las mejillas. Como Nébel la retuvo contra la pared, ella, riendo y cortada, se recostó en el muro. Y el muchacho, a su frente, tocándola casi, sintió en sus manos inertes la alta felicidad de un amor inmaculado, que tan fácil le habría sido manchar.

Nébel había sido visto ya por ella; pero no importaba. Lidia llegó cuando él estaba de pie. Avanzó a su encuentro, los ojos centelleantes de dicha, y le tendió un gran ramo de violetas, con adorable torpeza.

Un largo rato nos miramos; una eternidad de silencio, durante el cual el recuerdo galopó hacia atrás entre derrumbamiento de nieve y caras agónicas. Pero la mirada de Enid era la vida misma, y presto entre el tercipelo húmedo de sus ojos y los míos no medió sino la dicha convulsiva de adorarnos. ¡Y nada más!

Yo tengo alguna idea, como todo hombre, de lo que son dos ojos que nos aman cuando uno se va acercando despacio a ellos. Pero la luz de aquellos ojos, la felicidad en que se iban anegando mientras me acercaba, el mareado relampagueo de dicha –hasta el estrabismo–cuando me incliné sobre ellos, jamás en un amor normal a treinta y siete grados los volveré a hallar.

Ambos carruajes estaban ya enlazados por el puente colgante de cintas, y la que lo ocasionaba sonreía de vez en cuando al galante muchacho.

No period of my life has been one of such unmixed happiness as the four years which have been spent within college walls.

This is the happy time, I tell myself. I am superstitious about happiness. I worry that too much celebration of immanence, of God-goodness and life force, invites its opposite. Some pagan part of me believes that too much light draws darkness.

A happy childhood can't be cured. Mine'll hang around my neck like a rainbow, that's all, instead of a noose.

A true religious instinct never deprived man of one single joy; mournful faces and a sombre aspect are the conventional affectations of the weak-minded.

Tears of joy are like the summer rain drops pierced by sunbeams.

Real happiness is cheap enough, yet how dearly we pay for its counterfeit.