Quotes About Happiness

In times of joy, all of us wished we possessed a tail we could wag.

I… thanked the Author of my being for the gift of that wild forest, those green mansions where I had found so great a happiness!

Much unhappiness results from our inability to remember the nice things that happen to us.

Often the best way to overcome desire is to satisfy it.

It is not true that suffering ennobles the character happiness does that sometimes, but suffering for the most part, makes men petty and vindictive.

Money is like a sixth sense without which you cannot make a complete use of the other five.

Do you know that conversation is one of the greatest pleasures in life? But it wants leisure.

Men seek but one thing in life - their pleasure.

I sat, a solitary man, In a crowded London shop, An open book and empty cup On the marble table-top. While on the shop and street I gazed My body of a sudden blazed; And twenty minutes more or less It seemed, so great my happiness, That I was blessed and could bless.

We sat grown quiet at the name of love; We saw the last embers of daylight die, And in the trembling blue-green of the sky A moon, worn as if it had been a shell Washed by time's waters as they rose and fell About the stars and broke in days and years. I had a thought for no one's but your ears: That you were beautiful, and that I strove To love you in the old high way of love; That it had all seemed happy, and yet we'd grown As weary-hearted as that hollow moon

A lonely impulse of delight

My fiftieth year had come and gone, I sat, a solitary man, In a crowded London shop, An open book and empty cup On the marble table-top. While on the shop and street I gazed My body of a sudden blazed; And twenty minutes more or less It seemed, so great my happiness, That I was blessed and could bless.

For the good are always the merry, Save by an evil chance, And the merry love the fiddle, And the merry love to dance.

Be secret and exult Because of all things known That is most difficult

Yet surely there are men who have made their art Out of no tragic war, lovers of life, Impulsive men that look for happiness And sing when they have found it.

An aimless joy is a pure joy

But soon a tear-drop started up, For aimless joy had made me stop Beside the little lake To watch a white gull take A bit of bread thrown up into the air; Now gyring down and perning there He splashed where an absurd Portly green-pated bird Shook off the water from his back; Being no more demoniac A stupid happy creature Could rouse my whole nature.

My body of a sudden blazed; And twenty minutes more or less It seemed, so great my happiness, That I was blessed and could bless.

A mermaid found a swimming lad, Picked him up for her own, Pressed her body to his body, Laughed; and plunging down Forgot in cruel happiness That even lovers drown.

Always smile first thing in the morning. Might as well get it over with.

Nature and Passion are powerful, but they are also full of grief. True happiness would have the calm and order of bourgeois routine without its utilitarian ignobility and boredom.

Will you wheel death anywhere In his invalid chair, With no affectionate instant But his his attendant? For to be held for friend By an underdeveloped mind To be joke for children is Death's happiness: Whose anecdotes betray His favourite colour as blue Colour of distant bells And boys' overalls.

It is through you that God has chosen to show me my beatitude.

Our researchers into Public Opinion are content That he held the proper opinions for the time of year; When there was peace, he was for peace: when there was war, he went. He was married and added five children to the population, Which our Eugenist says was the right number for a parent of his generation, And our teachers report that he never interfered with their education. Was he free? Was he happy? The question is absurd: Had anything been wrong, we should certainly have heard.