Quotes About Happiness

Nevadí mi, když se nÄ›kdo usmívá na m?j ú?et, na tom ú?tu není skoro nic.

Eram ca doi prieteni. Pentru prima oara de cand ma stiam, m-am simtit in intregime bine.

While we pursue happiness, we flee from contentment

That secret was a hole in the middle of me that every happy thing fell into.

I'd experienced joy, but not nearly enough, could there be enough? The end of suffering does not justify the suffering, and so there is no end to suffering.

and making her happy is another one of my raisons d'être.

I think and think and think, I've thought myself out of happiness one million times, but never once into it.

I never thought about things at all, everything changed, the distance that wedged itself between me and my happiness wasn't the world, it wasn't the bombs and burning buildings, it was me, my thinking, the cancer of never letting go, is ignorance bliss, I don't know, but it's so painful to think, and tell me, what did thinking ever do for me, to what great place did thinking ever bring me?

Mark had said it wasn't too late in life for happiness. When, in Julia's life, would it be late enough for honesty? It was amazing how little changed as everything changed. The conversation was continually expanding, but it was no longer clear what they were talking about.

Hoewel hij het bijna voortdurend betreurde dat hij zichzelf was, verwarde hij zichzelf nooit met het probleem. De wereld was het probleem. Die paste niet. Maar hoe vaak zou er ooit iemand gelukkiger zijn geworden door het laakbaarheidsrecord van de wereld te verbeteren?

Ik geloof dat je een enorm belang hecht aan geluk - van jezelf en anderen - en ongelukkig zijn zo bedreigend vindt dat je liever met het hele schip naar de kelder gaat dan toegeeft dat er een lek in zit.

All happy mornings resemble one another, as do all unhappy mornings, and that's at the bottom of what makes them so deeply unhappy: the feeling that this unhappiness has happened before, that efforts to avoid it will at best reinforce it, and probably even exacerbate it, that the universe is, for whatever inconceivable, unnecessary, and unjust reason, conspiring against the innocent sequence of clothes, breakfast, teeth and egregious cowlicks, backpacks, shoes, jackets, goodbye.

Once upon a time there was a man whose life was so good there's no story to tell about it.

There's a Hasidic proverb: 'While we pursue happiness, we flee from contentment.

Persiguiendo la felicidad nos alejamos de la satisfacción

The best doctors in the world are Doctor Diet, Doctor Quiet, and Doctor Merryman.

Ojalá vivas todos los días de tu vida!

nunca acreditávamos ter muito dinheiro e que, quanto mais tínhamos, mais queríamos ter;

May you live every day of your life

But as human happiness is of a very short duration, so in those days were human fashions upon which it entirely depends.

You westerners are the ones we can't understand. God has given you so much, you have been so blessed…why are so many people in your country so unhappy?

Life was good, one had only to live it.

Mesmo não sabendo que era amor, sentiam que era bom.

He owned a whole world full of memories, of lovely moments relived and happy recollections. I'm not saying he was happy or that he didn't suffer. He suffered very much, but he did not despair; he still drew nourishment from what he had been given. But the sadness never left him. Happiness needs more than memories of the past to feed on; it also needs dreams of the future.