Quotes About Happiness

hacernos olvidar las dichas transformadas en desdichas es una bendición de la amnesia.

Hoy en día vivimos sometidos a la dictadura de la felicidad de los demás. O más bien de la presunta felicidad…

Personne ne pouvait imaginer qu'il lui arrivait d'avoir peur de ce bonheur, peur qu'il puisse contenir la menace du malheur.

mais leurs avis, au fond, je m'en fous, je ne juge pas leurs choix, alors il faut me laisser libre maintenant, libre de tenter d'être heureuse.

Elle veut lui dire qu'on peut être à la fois heureux et perdu.

Pourquoi ai-je oublié à quel point c'est doux d'être ici? C'était comme si tous ses bonheurs récents avaient aussitôt été condamnés à l'amnésie.

Deambulando por aquella ciudad a un tiempo moderna y llena de cicatrices del pasado, había asumido que era posible dejar atrás los destrozos, no olvidándolos sino aceptándolos. Era posible construir una felicidad sobre un telón de fondo compuesto por sufrimientos. Pero resultaba más fácil decirlo que vivirlo y los seres humanos disponían de menos tiempo que las ciudades para volver a edificarse a sí mismos.

Run?, ka pirms n?ves cilv?ka acu priekš? aizsl?d visi vi?a dz?ves skaist?kie mirk?i. Tikpat labi var gad?ties,ka visi pag?tnes neveiksmju un izmisuma mirk?i atgriežas apzi?? tieši tad, kad cilv?kam ac?s, atkl?jot savu satraucoš?ko smaidu, beidzot ieskat?s laime.

La dicha se convierte en una isla en el pasado, inaccesible.

Se puede medir la felicidad por el paso que lleva cada uno por la calle.

DO what you LOVE what you DO !

though her gaze kept tracking nervously to the blue sky framed by the dome, expecting any minute steeply banking wings there, fire or smoke. How could people turn on happiness like a tap, and pretend the world was a bright and shiny place when they knew it wasn't at all?

Act happy. We can sometimes act ourselves into a frame of mind. Manipulated into a smiling expression, people feel better; when they scowl, the whole world seems to scowl back. So put on a happy face. Talk as if you feel positive self-esteem, are optimistic, and are outgoing. Going through the motions can trigger the emotions.

Anybody who thinks money will make you happy, hasn't got money.

It's about the quality of the worry," I said. "I have happier worries now than I used to.

Puritanism: the haunting fear that someone, somewhere, may be happy. —H. L. Mencken

qualities of mutual care, love and above all happiness, which they found impossible to replicate once back in European settings. 'Security' takes many forms. There is the security of knowing one has a statistically smaller chance of getting shot with an arrow. And then there's the security of knowing that there are people in the world who will care deeply if one is.

If you are not destroying your mind and body via paid work, you're not living right.

Others noted the 'Indian's' reluctance ever to let anyone fall into a condition of poverty, hunger or destitution. It was not so much that they feared poverty themselves, but rather that they found life infinitely more pleasant in a society where no one else was in a position of abject misery

I would like, then, to end by putting in a good word for the non-industrious poor. At least they aren't hurting anyone. Insofar as the time they are taking time off from work is being spent with friends and family, enjoying and caring for those they love, they're probably improving the world more than we acknowledge.

Talk of joy there may be things better than beef stew and baked potatoes and home-made bread -- there may be.

The body is so beautiful, she says with newly found wonder she senses. So good and so precious. Sweet, this body of ours is sweet. It gives us so much goodness and happiness if we're only good to it, if we only listen to it, because it is so wise. It always knows what we want before we know ourselves, and it knows what's really good for us. If we only understand what it's trying to tell us, our precious body, if we only love it as it is, exactly as it is...

and suddenly I am washed over by a wave of happiness for it, for my little story, because it is a place, a home even, and I can go back to it from wherever I am

To die, he thought, was to escape passion's grasp, but that was the last thing he wanted. Instead he wished to be seized by passion and pinioned, held in its palm forever—he could not imagine any other existence as embracing any real happiness.