Quotes About Happiness

One of the secrets of a happy life is continuous small treats.

People from a planet without flowers would think we must be mad with joy the whole time to have such things about us.

One of the secrets of a happy life is continous small treats.

May luck be our companion May friends stand by our side May history remind us all Of Ireland's faith and pride. May God bless us with happiness May love and faith abide.

May your blessings outnumber The shamrocks that grow, And may trouble avoid you Wherever you go.

May the wings of the butterfly kiss the sun And find your shoulder to light on, To bring you luck, happiness and riches Today, tomorrow and beyond.

May you live as long as you want, And never want as long as you live.

May brooks and trees and singing hills Join in the chorus too, And every gentle wind that blows Send happiness to you.

May your thoughts be as glad as the shamrocks May your heart be as light as a song May each day bring you bright Happy hours that stay with you all the year long.

May the sun shine, all day long, everything go right, and nothing wrong. May those you love bring love back to you, and may all the wishes you wish come true!

May flowers always line your path and sunshine light your day. May songbirds serenade you every step along the way. May a rainbow run beside you in a sky that's always blue. And may happiness fill your heart each day your whole life through.

May your pockets be heavy and your heart be light, May good luck pursue you each morning and night.

A dog owns nothing, yet is seldom dissatisfied.

Laughter is brightest, in the place here the food is.

Laughter is brightest where food is best.

A good laugh and a long sleep are the best cures in the doctor's book.

Bricks and mortar make a house, but the laughter of children makes a home.

If you're enough lucky to be Irish, you're lucky enough!

Who would believe such pleasure from a wee ball o' fur?

Count your joys instead of your woes; Count your friends instead of your foes.

The city isn't good and the city isn't happy and the city is sick," he says--"but you are good and I thank you for that.

Gilgi is drifting in the river of superfluous feelings. Superfluous? They were once, they seemed to be once. Isn't she happy? Of course she is. Often. But the hours of happiness come at a high price. The bill is presented promptly. Pay it! With what? With fear and twinges of pain. No, I don't think the price is too high, I just find the currency strange. Fear - pain! To whom should I pay them? Who profits from this odd currency?

I used to think you could help people only with money. Actually, you can't really help anyone, but you can give them pleasure.

Tell him, on the contrary, that he needs, in the interest of his own happiness, to walk in the path of humility and self-control, and he will be indifferent, or even actively resentful.