Quotes About Happiness

Poi non è che la vita vada come tu te la immagini. Fa la sua strada. E tu la tua. E non sono la stessa strada. Così … Io non è che volevo essere felice, questo no. Volevo… salvarmi, ecco: salvarmi. Ma ho capito tardi da che parte bisognava andare: dalla parte dei desideri. Uno si aspetta che siano altre cose a salvare la gente: il dovere, l'onestà, essere buoni, essere giusti. No. Sono i desideri che salvano. Sono l'unica cosa vera.

those who do not know how to see the precious things in life will never be happy.

A beautiful thing is precious, no matter the price. Those who do not know how to see the precious things in life will never be happy...

I'm a girl. Every girl pretends she's a princess at one point, no matter how little her life is like that. And I like the idea of 'happily ever after.

I know! It means when two boys are really happy 'cause they love each other." She laughed. He wasn't certain whether to laugh along with her—or cry.

Joy sometimes has a strange effect: it can oppress us almost as much as sorrow.

I think happiness makes a man even blinder than pride.

Live, for a day will come when you will be happy and bless life.

happiness blinds man more than arrogance

A man is always in a hurry when he wants to be happy.

let's enjoy in the present and don't paint the future with dark colors

Enthusiasm is a finished joy, and joy makes a man insensitive for the things of this world.

Any fool can write about dejection, but describing happiness takes determination and skill.

We find what we are looking for in life, her father had once said to her, which was true—if you look for happiness, you will see it; if you look for distrust and envy and hatred—all those things—you will find those too.

She had not made a lot of money, but she had not made a loss, and she had been happy and entertained. That counted for infinitely more than a vigorously healthy balance sheet. In fact, she thought, annual accounts should include an item specifically headed Happiness, alongside expenses and receipts and the like.

How many of us are happy to be exactly where we are at any moment?...only the completely happy think that they are in the correct place.

The danger, of course, is that we spend time imagining that we would be happier elsewhere, and forget to cultivate happiness where fate has placed us.

We like to think that we plan what happens to us, but it is chance, surely, that lies behind so many of the great events of our lives -- the meeting with the person with whom we are destined to spend the rest of our days, the receiving of a piece of advice whic influences our choice of career, the spotting of a particular house for sale; all of these may be put down to pur chance, and yet they govern how our lives work out and how happy--or unhappy--we were going to be.

Well, that's the important thing, isn't it, Mma? To feel happiness, and then to remember it.

A wedding was a strange ceremony, she thought, with all those formal words, those solemn vows made by one to another; whereas the real question that should be put to the two people involved was a very simple one. Are you happy with each other? was the only question that should be asked; to which they both should reply, preferably in unison, Yes.

Protestations of happiness could sound almost boasting to those whose happiness is incomplete. One did not boast of perfect skin to one affected by dermatitis; for the same reason, perhaps, one should take care in proclaiming one's happiness.

I think that the measure of whether a life has been a good one is how much love there has been in that life--love both given and received.

There were times when an apology was best, she thought, even when one really had nothing to apologise for. If only people would say sorry sooner rather than later, Mma Ramotswe believed, much discord and unhappiness could be avoided. But that was not the way people were. So often pride stood in the way of apology, and then, when somebody was ready to say sorry, it was already too late.

She remembered love, though, and a feeling of warmth. It was like remembering light, or the glow that sometimes persists after a light has gone out.