Quotes About Happiness

So I thought. Are you happy? What's that? Don't you know yet? But who really knows what it is? Dancing on the head of a pin, maybe.

Niemand kennt mich hier, dachte sie. Und niemand weiß, dass ich hier bin! Sie empfand diese Anonymität wie ein sonderbares, stürmisches Glück, das Glück, einem Glück entkommenzu sein, auf kurze Zeit oder für immer.

There's something good about unpleasant memories: they make you think you're happy when a moment before you were convinced of the contrary.

Sre?a, kad je doživljujemo, nikad nije potpuna. Tek u sje?anju postaje potpuna...

I hate it when people mix things, I hate the cowlike yearning toward one another while the beauty and the power of a great work breaks over one; I hate the swimming looks of lovers, the foolish blissful cuddling, the indecent sheepish happiness that can never rise above itself; I hate all the talk of becoming one through love;

Kiekvien? akimirk? jau?iame, kad negalime laim?s išlaikyti, ir n? nebandome <...> Bet jeigu mes nem?giname su?iupti jos ir sutur?ti savo šiurkš?iomis rankomis, tai gal ji, niekieno nebaidoma, išlieka m?s? aki? gilumoje? Gal ji išlieka ten, kol gyvos tos akys?

There's something good about unpleasant memories: they make you think you are happy when a moment before you were convinced of the contrary. Happiness is a question of degree. When you know that, you are seldom completely unhappy.

Fericirea este o chestiune de propor?ii.

Petnaest sre?nih godina su kratke - odgovorih. Petnaest nesre?nih godina su duge i pružaju ?oveku mnogo iskustva.

Now I suddenly saw that I could be something to someone, simply because I was there, and that that person was happy because I was with her. Said like that, it sounds very simple; but when you think about it, it is a tremendous thing, a thing that knows no end. It is something that can break and transform one. It is love and yet something more —something for which one can live.

Kaži mi, Georg - pitam kad smo skrenuli u Hakenštrase, - Jesi li ti stvarno sre?an? Georg Krol skine šešir ne?emu nevidljvom u no?i. -Drugo pitanje! - kaže on. - Koliko se može izdržati sede?i na vrhu igle?

Kad se želi živeti, onda se još nešto i voli. Tada je teže, ali i lakše. Eto, ja bih i onako morala da umrem, a sad sam zadovoljna što imam tebe. Mogla sam biti sama i nesre?na. Tada bih želela da umrem. Ovako je teže, ali sam puna ljubavi, kao p?ela meda kad se uve?e vra?a u košnicu. Kad bih mogla da biram, uvek bih izabrala ovo isto.

Mislim da žena ne treba muškarcu da kaže da ga voli. U tim trenucima njoj zablista sre?a u o?ima, i njen pogled je re?itiji no ma kakve re?i. Uostalom, ne bih mogao ni zamisliti ni podneti da ona meni tako govori.

Tikrov? pažadina troškimus, bet niekad negali j? patenkinti; laim? prasideda žmoguje, bet niekada jame nepasibaigia; gali b?ti visa: žmogus, meil?, laim?, gyvenimas, bet kažkokiu baisiu b?du to visada per maža, ir juo daugiau tai atrodo, juo mažiau yra iš tikr?j?.

Nekad dz?v? nepietiek, un t? tas ir katram. Laikam gan vienm?r ir par maz, un t? ir pasaules nelaime.

Šai mirkl? es aptv?ru, no k? baid?jos visvair?k: karš var?ja m?s izš?irt t?, ka m?s nekad vairs neatrastu viens otru p?c tam, kad tas b?tu iztrakojies, jo pat visliel?kaj? p?rdroš?b? nedr?kst?tu cer?t tik daudz personisk?s laimes p?c zemestr?ces, kas visu sagrautu.

The most beautiful city in the world is the one where you are happy.

Fericirea femeii este omeneasc?:ea rezid? din iubire!

Nije obmanjivala sebe životom i znala je da se mora hvatati za njega da bi se bar malo ugrabilo od onog što se naziva sre?om... Sre?a je nešto najnesigurnije na svetu, kao premija na lutriji.

Ainult õnnetu teab, mis on õnn.

Oricât de mult s-ar avânta fericirea noastr? spre stele È™i soare , cu oricât? beautitudine ne-am în?lÈ›a mâinele, la un moment dat fericirea È™i visul se destram? sfârÈ™itul fiind mereu acelaÈ™i:deplângem ceea ce am pierdut.

Adev?rata fericire este mul?umirea.

Adev?rata fericire o g?seÈ™ti în pacea interioar?!Este aproape acelaÈ™i lucru È™i totuÈ™i mai este.MulÈ›umirea poate exista oricum,f?r? efort, f?r? lupt?.Chiar exist? de cele mai multe ori.Dar pacea interioar? o cucereÈ™ti totdeauna prin lupt?, dup? multe încerc?ri.Un eu purificat,înÈ›eles.

Stvarnost budi zelje, ali nikad ne moze da ih zadovolji. Ljubav pocinje u covjeku, ali se nikad ne svrsava u njemu. Cak i kad je sve tu: i covjek, i ljubav i sreca i zivot, jos uvijek je sve to, po nekom strasnom udesu, suvise malo, i sto vece izgleda, sve manje biva.