Quotes About Happiness

Betia laughed a little, shaking her head. She leaned forward and kissed my cheek as she grabbed my hands and pulled me to my feet. Her brown eyes glittered with a devil-may-care recklessness that warmed me to my toes. If it would make her smile that way, I would dance all night.

Mama stared at me not with sadness, but with pleading. She was thinner than I'd ever allowed myself to notice, looking more like a child than a woman. I wanted to believe she knew what was best for me. I wanted to believe she was like every other mother and that she loved me more than I loved her. I hoped, if I followed her wishes, I would finally make her happy.

Heart throbs- yes, heart throbs of happiness, heart throbs of courage, heart throbs that make us feel better. Those things that appeal to others; that note of inspiration laid aside--bring it forth and let us make a magazine that will speak the language of the heart as well as of the mind.

I thought of how much they all wanted to be free; how they went mad wanting their freedom; I began to wonder whether it was I that was mad because I was happy to be bound; whether I was alone in knowing that I could not live without the clamour of the voices within me.

you should laugh every moment you live, for you'll find it decidedly difficult afterwards.

the more you give a man, the more he demands, and the less happy he becomes. No one ever appreciates what he gets for nothing.

You have to learn to love the small things in life... you have to love the small things, when you've nothing else.

The gods love to laugh at a happy man, however.

It was ridiculous the power she had over him. The difference between misery and happiness was the right word from her.

Wine can keep a happy man happy, on occasion. A sad one it always makes worse.

ever deeper into jealous depression. They tell you drink makes you happy, but what they mean is it makes happy folk happier. They don't tell you that it makes unhappy folk more fucking unhappy than ever.

You seem happy enough," came Monza's voice, "for a man about to risk his life." Shiver's opened his eyes and turned his grin on her. "I've made peace with myself." "Good for you. That's the hardest war of all to win." "Didn't say I won. Just stopped fighting." "I'm starting to think that's the only victory worth a shit," she muttered, almost to herself.

A grin spread across his face. Seeing it made her smile. Her first in a while. Hardly felt like her mouth should bend that way.

swear, the more you give a man, the more he demands, and the less happy he becomes. No one ever appreciates

The difference between misery and happiness was the right word from her.

It can be a terrible curse for a man to get everything he ever dreamed of. If the shining prizes turn out somehow to be empty baubles, he is left without even his dreams for comfort. All

There was dancing. Or at least well-meaning clomping in the presence of music if not directly related to it.

Broad kept sweeping. He'd learned in Styria there's a lot of things that are better not thought about. Couldn't be a coincidence that the happiest men Broad had ever known were generally the stupidest.

Have a smile at breakfast," droned Shivers, stony-faced, "you'll be shitting joy by lunch.

My old mentor Sazine once told me you should laugh every moment you live, for you'll find it decidedly difficult afterwards.

Now she was happy to be evil, if it meant she could be clean.

They tell you drink makes you happy, but what they mean is it makes happy folk happier. They don't tell you that it makes unhappy folk more fucking unhappy than ever.

Both so very young, and so very beautiful, and with all their happy, rich, and powerful lives ahead of them. Hurrah! Hurrah for them! My shrivelled turd of a heart bursts open with joy!

Couldn't be a coincidence that the happiest men Broad ever knew were generally the stupidest.