Quotes About Happiness

Every moment is beautiful; delicious even!

I was so happy that it filmed in New York not only because it's an amazing city, but also because a lot of people across the world somehow started to think about New York as a dangerous place to be and envisioned it as some war zone after that happened.

And it was quite some butt, Mack had to admit, particularly in those blue jeans. It might wind up crushing a man, but he'd sure as hell die happy.

The group parted happily for the scheduled lunch break, planning to return at 3:00 to look at some potential Yentes and Perchiks, beginning with Bea Arthur.

A bright smile today pushes towards a better one tomorrow.

Live to learn, learn to laugh and laugh to live.

Dan begrijp je maar al te goed waarom je nergens een volwassene ziet rondspringen die zegt: 'Joepie, ik ben een loonslaaf! Wat heb ik toch een pret!' - David (Claire's vader)

Hallo, miss Norton. Wat enig om je weer te ontmoeten.' - Klaus

Joy bubbles on a fountain of doubt."-Alison Croggon

No, he thought. I didn't die. Not yet. He realized, with surprise, that he was happy. Happiness wasn't what he had thought it was: it was like the dragonfly, a fragile winged thing that arrived, unsought and unexpected, and graced the work of living. You couldn't hunt it down; you couldn't hold it. But sometimes, in a blessed moment, it was there. It was good to be alive.

Give a bull grass, sweet water and a willing heifer and he is happy. But a man is never content. If no gadflies of worry exist he will invent them.

Even for the luckiest of us, life is mostly pain, with moments of happiness thrown in just to keep us vertical.

If you're a karma person, then Ed and Natalie deserved nothing but sunshine and rainbows for the next hundred years. But all they got was enough happiness to know how awful it is to lose it.

The future is uncertain and thus holds the possibility of happiness for us all;

children only begin to understand differences in desires when they are about eighteen months old...Toddlers are systematically testing the dimensions on which their desires and the desires of others may be in conflict... The terrible twos reflects a genuine clash between children's need to understand other people and their need to live happily with them.

But as Freud and Elvis both remarked, apocryphally at least, work and love are the two things that make life worthwhile.

Don't allow anyone to pressure you into taking a job in a field that doesn't feel right in your gut. You are the one who has to live your life every day, so make sure you're happy with the choices you make. Once you identify the plan that's right for you, pursue it wholeheartedly. Then, whether you're raking in dough or you're a full-time mom with a baby in tow, you will be happy.

Though most tourists accepted the occasional comic misadventure, it was important to them that overall their vacation should be pleasant. When you spend money on a holiday you are essentially purchasing happiness: if you don't enjoy yourself you will feel defrauded.

It is a curious thing that people only ask if you are enjoying yourself when you aren't.

How sad it was not to know how happy you were until it was too late.

I was warm and dry and fed, the jonge Genever was happily chasing the red corpuscles in a game of merry-go-round, all the coloured threads were weaving themselves into a beautiful pattern and by day's end it would be over. I had never felt so good before. I was never to feel so good again.

All of us are better when we're loved.

But longing was part of life here, and it made him happy to feel his lack of these things, as sharp as hunger. He was addicted to want. He didn't know how this had happened, whether it was because of his childhood or some quirk of his personality or genes, but somehow he had become a person who needed to do without in order to appreciate what he had.

Why water more wine in the great bowl? Why do you drown your gullet in grape? I cannot let you spill out your life on song and drink. Let us go to sea, and not let the wintry calm of morning slip by as a drunken sleep. Had we boarded at dawn, seized rudder and spun the flapping crossjack into the wind, we would be happy now, happy as swimming in grape. But you draped a lazy arm on my shoulder, saying: 'Sir, a pillow, your singing does not lead me to ships'.