Quotes About Happiness

Oh, Marilla, there is something in me today that makes me just love everybody I see,' she exclaimed as she washed the breakfast dishes. 'You don't know how good I feel! Wouldn't it be nice if it could last?

It simply makes me sense happy to be alive—it's such an exciting global. It wouldn't be 1/2 so thrilling if we realize all approximately everything, would it not? There'd be no scope for creativeness then, might there?

Oh, but it's good to be alive and to be going home,' breathed Anne.

I'd like to add some beauty to life, said Anne dreamily. I don't exactly want to make people KNOW more . . . though I know that IS the noblest ambition . . . but I'd love to make them have a pleasanter time because of me . . . to have some little joy or happy thought that would never have existed if I hadn't been born.

Oh, dad," cried this happiest of all Janes, "I know the very house." "You would," said dad.

Bir insan? mutlu etmek istediÄŸinde yapabileceklerin gerçekten inan?lmaz, Marilla.

A house from which nobody ever went away without feeling better in some way. A house in which there was always laughter.

Isn't it good just to be a live on a day like this? I pity the people who aren't born yet for missing it. They may have good days, of course, but they can never have this one.

A mí me gustaría contribuir a la vida con algo de belleza (...) No quiero hacer solo que la gente sepa más, aunque sé que es la ambición más noble, sino que me encantaría hacerles pasar un rato más agradable gracias a mí; tener una pequeña alegría o un pensamiento feliz que nunca habría existido si yo no hubiera nacido.

There was a faint chill in the air of the early September evening, so Anne had lighted her ever ready fire of driftwood in the big living room, and she and Miss Cornelia basked in its fairy flicker. It is so delightful—especially in regard to Mr. Meredith and Rosemary, said Anne. I'm as happy in the thought of it, as I was when I was getting married myself. I felt exactly like a bride again last evening when I was up on the hill seeing Rosemary's trousseau.

She was too happy to sleep just yet.

There's something taking about her, conceded Miss Cornelia. You never see her but she's laughing, and somehow it always makes you want to laugh too. She can't even keep a straight face in church. Una is ten—she's a sweet little thing—not pretty, but sweet. And Thomas Carlyle is nine. They call him Carl, and he has a regular mania for collecting toads and bugs and frogs and bringing them into the house.

Bayan Lynde'in dedi?i gibi, 'E?er ne?eli olam?yorsan, olabildi?in kadar ne?eli ol.

Let the Piper come and welcome, he cried, waving his hand. I'LL follow him gladly round and round the world.

Jane was smiling and happy; examinations were over and she was comfortably sure she had made a pass at least; further considerations troubled Jane not at all; she had no soaring ambitions and consequently was not affected with the unrest attendant thereon. For we pay a price for everything we get or take in this world; and although ambitions are well worth having, they are not to be cheaply won, but exact their dues of work and self-denial, anxiety and discouragement.

Anne's horizons had closed in since the night she had sat there after coming home from Queen's; but if the path set before her feet was to be narrow she knew that flowers of quiet happiness would bloom along it. The joy of sincere work and worthy aspiration and congenial friendship were to be hers; nothing could rob her of her birthright of fancy or her ideal world of dreams. And there was always the bend in the road!

her. But really, Marilla, one can't stay sad very long in such an interesting world, can one?

Anne laughed -- then shivered. I can never forget the night I thought you were dying, Gilbert. Oh, I knew -- I KNEW then -- and I thought it was too late. But it wasn't, sweetheart. Oh, Anne, this makes up for everything, doesn't it? Let's resolve to keep this day sacred to perfect beauty all our lives for the gift it has given us. It's the birthday of our happiness, said Anne softly.

Miss Cordelia thought she had never seen anybody so much like an incarnate smile before. Smiles of all kinds seemed literally to riot over his ruddy face and in and out of his eyes and around the corners of his mouth.

Oh, of course he's good, agreed Anne. But he doesn't seem to get any comfort out of it. If I could be good I'd dance and sing all day because I was glad of it.

I can't cheer up — I don't want to cheer up. It's nicer to be miserable!

What a family! Anne repeated exultantly.

It is twenty-four years since I was a bride at old Green Gables—the happiest bride that ever was—and the wedding-veil of a happy bride brings good luck

I always liked to meet Myra, said Miss Cornelia. She was always so gay and cheerful—she made you feel better just by her handshake. Myra always made the best of things.