Quotes About Happiness

I don't care about truth. I want some happiness.

It was one of those rare smiles with a quality of eternal reassurance in it, that you may come across four or five times in life.

She smiled, a moving childish smile that was like all the lost youth in the world.

Life is essentially a cheat and its conditions are those of defeat; the redeeming things are not happiness and pleasure but the deeper satisfactions that come out of struggle.

If you're in love it ought to make you happy. You ought to laugh.

They were smiling at each other as if this was the beginning of the world.

Happiness, remarked Maury Noble one day, is only the first hour after the alleviation of some especially intense misery.

What do you think of that? It's stopped raining. I'm glad Jay. Her throat, full of aching, grieving beauty, told only of her unexpected joy.

Never miss a party...good for the nerves--like celery.

They weren't happy, and neither of them had touched the chicken or the ale---and yet they weren't unhappy either. There was an unmistakable air of natural intimacy about the picture and anybody would have said that they were conspiring together.

He loved her, and he would love her until the day he was too old for loving--but he could not have her. So he tasted the deep pain that is reserved only for the strong, just as he had tasted for a little while the deep happiness.

So he nodded, smiled, listened, was happy.

They were still in the happier stages of love. They were full of brave illusions about each other, tremendous illusions, so that the communion of self with self seemed to be on a plane where no other human relations mattered.

Happiness is only the first hour after the alleviation of some especially intense misery.

Another sigh came from the window-- quite a resigned sigh. 'She's life and hope and happiness, my whole world now.' He felt the quiver of a tear on his eyelid.

I suppose all great happiness is a little sad. Beauty means the scent of roses and then the death of roses—

Long afterward Amory thought of sophomore spring as the happiest time of his life. His ideas were in tune with life as he found it; he wanted no more than to drift and dream and enjoy a dozen new-found friendships through the April afternoons.

I'm more beautiful than anybody else," she said brokenly, "why can't I be happy?

You and I have been happy; we haven't been happy just once, we've been happy a thousand times. . . Forget the past-what you can of it, and turn about and swim back home to me, to your haven forever and ever-even though it may seem a dark cave at times and lit with torches of fury; it is the best refuge for you-turn gently in the water through which you move and sail back.

Each life unfulfilled, you see,       It hangs still, patchy and scrappy;     We have not sighed deep, laughed free,       Starved, feasted, despaired—been happy. But his life

Afterwards, he just sat, happy to live in the past. The drink made past happy things contemporary with the present, as if they were still going on, contemporary even with the future as if they were about to happen again.

Oh, such a shame, such a shame. Oh, such a shame. What's it all about anyhow?" "I've wondered for a long time." "But why bring it to me?" "I guess I'm the Black Death," he said slowly. "I don't seem to bring people happiness any more.

Benjamin discovered that he was becoming more and more attracted by the gay side of life. It

he found, as the new century gathered headway, that his thirst for gayety grew stronger.