Quotes About Happiness

Did they go back to curse them?" asked Olivier. "Non," said Ruth. "To forgive them. That was the magic." The wizened Anne Lamarque in Clara's painting was smiling. Happy and free.

How bitter a thing it is to look into happiness through another man's eyes.

And may your days be good and long upon the earth.

That was why she was happy. He now knew that happiness and kindness went together. There was not one without the other. For Jean-Guy it was a struggle. For Annie it seemed natural.

wrote that we can create situations in which we are happy, but we cannot create joy. It just happens.

She had a face, a body, made not for a Paris runway but for good meals and books by the fire and laughter. She was constructed from, and for, happiness.

knows she's loved. What more do any of us want?

She who laughs last laughs the laughingest.

I think, probably, whether your're better off in the country or in the city depends, in the final analysis, on where you'd rather be. You're best off where you're the happiest.

Living life to the fullest involves living it with your family.

The single greatest predictor of happiness and success in life is a healthy love relationship.

Love is all around you and all you have to do is claim it.

Oh! To be a butterfly Still, upon a flower, Winking with its painted wings, Happy in the hour.

Happiness: We rarely feel it. I would buy it, beg it, steal it, Pay in coins of dripping blood For this one transcendent good.

Oh! To be a flower Nodding in the sun, Bending, then upspringing As the breezes run.

When the birds their sweethearts win And champagne is in the air, Love is here, and Love is there, Love is welcome everywhere.

Joy comes, grief goes, we know not how; Everything is happy now.

The feeling of love is a rich feeling, but the expression of love in word or deed is a joy.

Sierra laughed and looked so happy that it touched his heart. It didn't dawn on him until now that she always looked a little sad. And perhaps lost. Well, if she were lost, he had just found her, and he wasn't about to let her go.

Our stories remind us how precious and fragile life can be-- and that we must risk our hearts everyday to know happiness.

Beach girls now, beach girls tomorrow, beach girls till the end of time.

Happy indeed is the naturalist: to him the seasons come round like old friends; to him the birds sing: as he walks along, the flowers stretch out from the hedges, or look up from the ground, and as each year fades away, he looks back on a fresh store of happy memories.

Art is unquestionably one of the purest and highest elements in human happiness. It trains the mind through the eye, and the eye through the mind. As the sun colors flowers, so does art color life.

Happiness is a thing to be practiced, like the violin.