Quotes About Happiness

I'm happy. But some beauty is nonesuch - The gently sloping path across the wood, The wretched bridge that's just a little skewed And that, for which, I won't be waiting much.

But what would it have cost you to make people happy and agree that you'd had an affair?" She replied very gravely, "I have lived my own unique life, and my life lacks nothing; it has no need to borrow from other people

I will lead a man to dear one -- I don't want the little joy -- And I'll quietly lay to sleep The glad, tired little boy. In a chilly room once more I will pray to Mother of God, It is hard to be a hermit, To be happy is also hard. Only fiery sleep will come to me, I'll enter a temple on the hill, Five-domed, white, and stone-hewn, On the paths remembered well.

It's not about being happy,' he said, which was, and still is, the saddest remark I've ever heard.

Okay,' I said. 'So if I were to stop walking-while-reading, and hands in pockets, and little night torches, and instead looked right and left and right again for dangerous, unscrupulous forces, does that mean I'll end up happy?' 'It's not about being happy,' he said, which was, and still is, the saddest remark I've ever heard.

It was the blue-hour, the era of endarkenment. In the air, however, was the delicious smell of life. Possibly real, possibly delusional, came the fragrance of newly cut grass, of freshly turned damp earth, of honeysuckle at the end of summertime - things that might make a person happy, especially unexpectedly happy, and which cost little, bar the willingness, and the gratefulness, to open up and breathe.

He wasn't good enough for her. But by God, he meant to make her happy while he had her.

Her lack of welcome couldn't dampen his happiness at seeing her. He'd never been in love before. He'd never imagined love could strike a man harder than a rock falling on his head. Harder, and with the same lack of warning. But watching the slim, golden-haired woman lit by stark gray light through the high windows, he admitted the inescapable truth. He was head over heels with Charlotte Warren. He

Tell me more about your home. I can hear in your voice how you love it." He smiled. "You'd love it, too, mo chridhe." "What do you call me?" He wasn't quite ready to tell her, so he pretended not to hear the question.

You're considerate and funny and you're a lover out of my dreams. Should I develop a taste for luxuries- which I may well do after this week- you're so plump in the pocket, you wouldn't notice if I started buying gold-plated underthings." His smile was uncertain, nonetheless it was a smile. Her churning misery eased a fraction. "I'd notice anything you did with your undergarments, amore mio.

Philippa Hume, my dearest wife, I love you with every beat of my heart and every breath I take." To her astonishment, his deep voice cracked with emotion. He sucked in an unsteady breath before he continued. "And to hear that you're having my baby makes me the happiest man since time began. I bless the day you came into my life and I thank whatever grace allowed me to make you mine. You're the center of my life and I worship the ground you walk on.

When you're a child, no matter if you're doing show business or sports or school or anything, you just want to make the adults happy.

Remember, men need laughter sometimes more than food.

Lately, a study has suggested that depressed people have a more accurate view of reality, though this accuracy is not worth a bean because it is depressing, and depressed people live shorter lives. Optimists and believers are happier and healthier in their unreal worlds.

Lately, a study has suggested that depressed people have a more accurate view of reality, though this accuracy is not worth a bean because it is depressing, and depressed people live shorter lives. Optimists and believers are happier and healthier in their unreal worlds. Julia

Et parce qu'on ne peut pas grandir dans une maison où les gens ne s'aiment plus, si? Non, on ne peut pas. Pousser peut-être, mais pas grandir. (L'échappée belle, p.70)

Es dauerte einen Moment, bis er ihr antwortete: Nein, ich spreche von... von eurer Freiheit, glaube ich. Von dem Glück, das ihr habt, für euch zu leben und auf alles andere zu pfeifen.

Je vais te dire quelque chose, mon ami: c'est plus facile d'être malheureux qu'heureux, et moi, tu m'entends, je n'aime pas les gens qui choisissent la facilitê, je n'aime pas les geignards! Sois heureux, merde! Fais ce qu'il faut pour être heureux!

Kaut kur uz š?s plan?tas bija sieviete, varb?t divu so?u att?lum?, varb?t desmitt?kstoš kilometru t?lu, un vien?gais, kam bija k?da noz?me, - lai vi?a var man piezvan?t. Es biju pa??v?gs. Ener?ijas pilns. Man lieks, ka biju diezgan laim?gs šaj? dz?ves posm?, jo ar? tad, ja nebiju kop? ar vi?u, es zin?ju, ka vi?a ir. Tas vien bija necer?ti.

gaiš? dienas vid? atj?dzos, sl?kdams asar?s. Es nupat biju atkl?jis, cik ?oti es vi?u m?lu. Cik ?oti vi?a man bija vajadz?ga. Vi?a smaid?ja, kad es biju nelaim?gs, un raust?ja plecus, kad biju neciešams.

But friends, those I wanted to please? There are so few, so few... and you're one of them. You... because you have such a gift for life. You grab hold of it with both hands. You move, you dance, you know how to make the rain and the sunshine in a home. You have this incredible gift for making people around you happy. You're so at ease, so at ease on this little planet...

Perhaps it's because it's incredible to meet someone and say: with this person, I'm happy.

Clic Clac. Plus personne ne bouge. Moment suspendu. Bonheur.

If one had irreparably injured a fellow-being, it would be hard for a person of sensitive nature to live a happy life afterwards; though the fact of not living a happy life ought to be no reason why one should not live a good life.