Quotes About Happiness

O fortunatos nimium sua si bona norint, agricolas

For your happy man is a benefactor to his species. Just as one may gather knowledge from the wise, so, by contact with the happy, may one improve one's spirits; a truth deserving of consideration by the middle-aged.

Intelligent people, Achamian had found, were typically less happy. The reason for this was simple: they were better able to rationalize their delusions. The ability to stomach Truth had little to do with intelligence—nothing, in fact. The intellect was far better at arguing away truths than at finding them.

Yes! Yes! Yes!" Marty kept leaping into the air. I thought I might have to tie a rope around his waist and hold onto it to keep him from floating away!

Laughing together, the three of them headed downstairs to lunch.

Or your dog?

The happiest pillow on which you may rest your head is the knowledge of God's will. I cannot imagine a more miserable situation than consciously to be out of God's will.

gülmektir çünkü insan? insan eden

Well, Claire said, at least we have tacos. Everything goes better with tacos.

You brought me grenades. You are officially the best girlfriend ever.

Happy birthday," she said. "And next time? Eat the stupid cupcake.

It's not just a miracle; it's a miracle with chocolate. Best kind.

Claire, I-Look, my life is one long series of screw-ups and bad decisions, and I know that. I own that. But you...I just want you to be happy. And it cuts me when you're not. I'm happy with you. She heard the smile in his voice this time. So what do you really want? A storybook life in Vampireville, with your life on the line every day and a half? I'm considering it, she said. And she was.

Because when next we meet in your Christian heaven or my pagan afterlife, or some shadowy, hidden corner where those two may touch, I want to hear that you lived a long and happy life after me. That you did as you liked, and loved as you liked, and left the world shattered and empty in your wake.

He'd been happier in abandoned places, so long as they were quiet and had enough light to read by.

She felt like there was light dripping from her fingertips. Spilling out of her toes. She felt full of light, in fact, warm buttery sunlight.

This is a day he will remember: a good day. It's one of those memories that will pave the way to better things for him.

So. Happy?" He crossed his arms, staring out at the people milling about the buffet and taking seats at round tables. "Truly?" She thought about it for a few seconds, and then said, very quietly, "Yes." She resisted the urge to apologize for it, and he nodded. "Good," he said. "Clearly, that's good.

No--when the rain falls you just let it fall and you grin like a madman and you dance with it, because if you can make yourself happy in the rain then you're doing pretty alright in life. (Nick, page 156)

No. No no no no. It is not easy. Things that matter are not easy. Feelings of happiness are easy. Happiness is not. Flirting is easy. Love is not. Saying you're friends is easy. Being friends is not.

It broke the spell. It's not that I stopped being happy. I was still inexplicably, utterly happy. But suddenly the happiness had implications.

But love needs to have a future. And Sofia and I don't have a future. We've just had a good time sharing the present, that's all.

Know what the best thing your true love can give you is?" I asked him. "What?" said Dash. "True love.

Lily was mittens and hot chocolate and snow angels that lifted from the ground and danced in the air. She said she loved winter, and I wondered if there was any season she didn't love. I worked hard to accept her enthusiasm as genuine. My mental furnace was built for immolation, not warmth. I didn't understand how she could be so happy. But such was the love I had fallen into that I decided not to question it, and to live within it.