Quotes About Happiness

He literally glowed; without a word or a gesture of exultation a new well-being radiated from him and filled the little room.

I suppose all great happiness is a little sad.

If truth is the end of life happiness is a mode of it, to be cherished in its brief and tremulous moment.

I am glad you are happy--but I never believe much in happiness. I never believe in misery either. Those are things you see on the stage or the screen or the printed page, they never really happen to you in life.

She knew what he wanted, and gave it to him; not words, but a smile of warmth and delight — a smile that said, "I'm yours for the asking; I'm won." It was not a smile that undervalued herself, because through its beauty it spoke for both of them, expressed all the potential joy that existed between them.

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

If truth is the end of life, happiness is the mode of it, to be cherished in its brief and tremulous moment.

By the next autumn she was gay again, gay as ever.

Later in the garden she was happy; she did not want anything to happen, but only for the situation to remain in suspension as the two men tossed her from one mind to another; she had not existed for a long time, even as a ball.

if truth is the end of life, happiness is a mode of it, to be cherished in it's brief and tremulous moment.

And, after all, an obsolete list. She was in love now, set for the eternal romance that was to be the synthesis of all romance, yet sad for these man and these moonlights and for the 'thrills' she had had – and the kisses. The past – her past, oh, what a joy! She had been exuberantly happy.

All the city was playing with this sound out there in the blue summer dark, throwing it up and calling it back, promising that, in a little while, life would be beautiful as a story, promising happiness – and by that promise giving it. It gave love hope in its own survival. It could do no more.

Later she remembered all the hours of the afternoon as happy--one of those uneventful times that seem at the moment only a link between past and future pleasure but turn out to have been the pleasure itself.

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.

Atingi a maturidade com a impressão de estar acumulando experiência para organizar minha vida com vistas a ser feliz. Na verdade, consegui o feito nada comum de resolver cada problema na minha cabeça muito antes de ele se apresentar na vida, ficando perplexo e derrotado assim mesmo.

They were still in the happier stage 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. They both seemed to have arrived there with an extraordinary innocence as though a series of pure accidents had driven them together, so many accidents that at last they were forced to conclude that they were for each other.

Laughter is easier, minute by minute, spilled with prodigality, tipped out at a cheerful word.

They weren't happy, and neither of them had touched the chicken or the ale - and yet they weren't unhappy either.

J'avais chaque soir le même coup au cÅ"ur. Des ombres se pressaient l'une contre l'autre au fond des voitures à l'arrêt, et des voix chantaient, et des rires saluaient de mystérieuses plaisanteries, et des points rouges de cigarettes soulignaient des gestes inexplicables. Je m'imaginais faire partie de ces gens-là, courant vers les mêmes plaisirs, partageant leur gaieté secrète, et je leur souhaitais d'être heureux.

I began to bawl because I had everything I wanted and knew I would never be so happy again.

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

Her throat, full of aching, grieving beauty, told only of her unexpected joy.

What are you looking at? I was just thinking that you're going to be rather happy. Nicole was frightened: Am I? All right--things couldn't be worse than they have been.

Beauty and love pass, I know... Oh, there's sadness, too. I suppose all great happiness is a little sad. Beauty means the scent of roses and then the death of roses--