Quotes About Happiness

THESE little thoughts are the rustle of leaves; they have their whisper of joy in my mind.

It is very simple to be happy, but it is very difficult to be simple.

You smiled and talked to me of nothing and I felt that for this I had been waiting long.

I have this extraordinary life during the day, and then I get to come home to my sweet husband who loves to cook with me. I have a nice glass of wine, he has some scotch, we chat, we cook, and we hang out with the dog. I have an absolute dream life.

A big laugh, a glass of wine, time to talk and laugh with each other, a moment to notice the simple pleasures -- these are the keys to a quality of life.

Do what makes you happy, be with who makes you smile, laugh as much as you breathe, and love as long as you live.

I find myself very, very happy to be a weird writer.

she had control of her emotions, and no matter what he said or did to her, she chose whether or not she would be happy.

I love romantic comedies, or romantic dramas - basically anything with love in it.

There's much talk in popular culture about finding happiness—as though if you aren't grinning ear to ear 24 hours a day you're somehow missing out on life.

I love snow for the same reason I love Christmas: It brings people together while time stands still. Cozy couples lazily meandered the streets and children trudged sleds and chased snowballs. No one seemed to be in a rush to experience anything other than the glory of the day, with each other, whenever and however it happened.

I realised,' she said, 'that she was happy for the first time in her life, and I realised too that she would never have known this happiness had she not gone through the unhappiness that preceded it, in precisely the way that she did.

realised too that she would never have known this happiness had she not gone through the unhappiness that preceded it, in precisely the way that she did.

I realised too that she would never have known this happiness had she not gone through the unhappiness that preceded it, in precisely the way that she did.

asked him what it was he was writing, and his smile widened. He said, I am writing about my childhood. I was so happy as a child, he continued, and I realised a little while ago that there was nothing I wanted so much as to recall it piece by piece, with every possible detail.

Perhaps it follows, he said, that people who live in the sun don't take responsibility for their own happiness.

Later, at the train station before she leaves, my sister says to me: you have to learn to hide what you feel from the children. They will feel what they think you feel. That are only reflections of you. I don't believe that, I say. If they think you're happy, they'll be happy, my sister says. Their feelings are their own, I say.

Ms. Doman had this whole thing about how we have to tell stories about whatever happens to us, and then we can use those stories to decide whether out lives are happy or not, whether events have redeeming aspects or are totally hopeless, that it's really all about how we choose to shape and name things.

What I see especially among the Navajos and the Zunis and the Hopis is a culture of people who have been smart enough to learn a lesson that we're awfully slow to get... They know that being rich doesn't have any damn thing to do with how much money you've got. It's got to do with are you happy and are you content.

Mother was always the pleader for happiness.

It was entirely characteristic of us to assume disaster and then mitigate it with consolations rather than to take happiness for granted and be appalled by hints that all was not well.

Too much good fortune can make you smug and unaware. Happiness should be like an oasis, the greener for the desert that surrounds it.

It's been so happy for us all to have you here, and I've tried not to think of - of the accounting that you and I, too, must give to the Duchesse. I cannot help feeling that you - that we shall pay dearly because you came with us and left her behind." "I always pay." He spoke evenly, but his brows drew together in a frown. "Sometimes I pay most for what I never had. I've been happy these few days, and at least that's something on my side of the ledger.

What can I give you? I get a handsome guy who does look good in the morning, and I get a great ring. What do you get?" "The only thing I've ever wanted." He held her tight and smiled. "I get you, wild thing.