Quotes About Happiness

Life's too short. If it's going to make you happy, then that's the way to go.

Santal perfume on her wrists. It had a subtle woodsy fragrance. She was happy she had gotten off the patchouli kick years ago. How she

believe each person is responsible for their own happiness. To depend on other people to make you happy is a mistake.

What matters is to be natural and calm In happiness and in unhappiness, To feel as if feeling were seeing, To think as if thinking were walking, And to remember, when death comes, that each day dies, And the sunset is beautiful, and so is the night that remains . . . That's how it is and how I want it to be . . .

Triste de quem é feliz ! Vive porque a vida dura. Nada na alma lhe diz Mais que a lição da raiz Ter por vida a sepultura.

The moon is high up in the sky and it's spring. I think of you and within myself I'm complete. A light breeze comes to me from across the hazy fields. I think of you and whisper your name. I'm not I: I'm happy.

To conceive of myself from the outside was my ruin – the ruin of my happiness. I saw myself as others see me, and I despised myself – not because I had character traits that made me worthy of contempt, but because I saw myself through the eyes of others, and felt the contempt they feel towards me. I experienced the humiliation of knowing myself.

O que é preciso é ser-se natural e calmo Na felicidade ou na infelicidade, Sentir como quem olha, Pensar como quem anda, E quando se vai morrer, lembrar-se de que o dia morre, E que o poente é belo e é bela a noite que fica...

A nossa alma e o céu e a terra bastam-nos.     Querer mais é perder isto, e ser infeliz.

Every man of action is basically cheerful and optimistic, because those who don't feel are happy. You can spot a man of action by the fact he's never out of sorts.

With slight misconceptions of reality we fabricate our hopes and beliefs, and we live off crusts that we call cakes, like poor children who make-believe they're happy.

My isolation is not a search for happiness, which I do not have the heart to win, nor for peace, which one finds only when it will never more be lost; what I seek is sleep, extinction, a small surrender.

I have all the conditions for happiness, save happiness. The conditions are detached from one another.

May the Gods all preserve for me (until my present form ceases) this clear and sunlit view of external reality, the instinctive awareness of my unimportance, the cosiness of being small, and the solace of being able to imagine myself happy.

Mi irrita la felicità di tutti questi uomini che non sanno di essere infelici. La loro vita umana è piena di tutto ciò che costituirebbe una serie di angosce per una sensibilità vera. Ma poiché la loro vera vita è vegetativa, quello che subiscono passa loro accanto senza toccarli intimamente. Vivono con la fortuna autentica di vivere senza accorgersene. Per questo, comunque, vi amo tutti. Miei cari vegetali!

Why try to be like others if you're condemned to being yourself? Why laugh if, when you laugh, even your genuine happiness is false, since it is born of forgetting who you are? Why cry if you feel it's of no use, and if you cry not because tears console you but because it grieves you that they don't?

Circondati di rose, ama, bevi e taci. Il resto è niente.

Before my unfeeling eyes, the repressed bitterness of my whole life peels off the suit of natural joy it wears in the prolonged randomness of every day. I realize that I'm always sad, however happy or content I may often feel. And the part of me that realizes this stands a little behind me...

The love of absurdity and paradox is the animal happiness of the sad.

Calm because I'm unknown, And myself because I'm calm, I want to fill my days With wanting nothing from them. For those whom wealth touches, Gold irritates the skin. For those on whom fame blows, Life fogs over. On those for whom happiness Is their sun, night will fall. But those who hope for nothing Are glad for whatever comes.

Se eu pudesse trincar a terra toda  E sentir-lhe uma paladar, Seria mais feliz um momento ...  Mas eu nem sempre quero ser feliz.  É preciso ser de vez em quando infeliz  Para se poder ser natural...

The astonishing reality of things, Is my discovery every day, Each thing is what it is, And it's hard to explain to someone how happy this makes me, And how much this suffices me.

Should you ask me if I'm happy, I shall answer that I'm not.

Living is pointless. Only looking is worthwhile. If I could look without living, I would achieve happiness, but that's impossible, as is everything we dream about. How ecstatic the ecstasy that did not involve life!