Quotes About Happiness

I only regret that everybody wants to deprive me of the journal, which is the only steadfast friend I have, the only one which makes my life bearable, because my happiness with human beings is so precarious, my confiding moods rare, and the least sign of non-interest is enough to silence me. In the journal I am at ease.

If happiness is the absence of fever then I will never know happiness. For I am posessed by a fever for knowledge, experience and creation.

Pleasure is an attitude, not a person or place.   —Diary 6, pg. 52

It is hard for me to believe in continuous, sustained happiness, just as it is hard for me to believe in love.

Love reduces the complexity of living. It amazes me that when Henry walks towards the cafe table where I wait for him, or opens the gate to our house, the sight of him is sufficient to exult me. No letter from anyone, even in praise of my book, can stir me as much as a note from him.

When I am happy it is so rare. I need to dwell on it, to contemplate it. What a hunger, a craving for beautiful things.

That night Fay became a woman, making a secret of her pain, intent on saving her happiness with Albert, on showing wisdom and subtlety.

I am happy today. I am a tyrant.

They smiled at each other. His smile, even at night was dazzling; hers, too. They could scarcely distinguish anything but the brilliant smiles and the outlines of their perfect bodies.

La alegría de las cosas pequeñas es todo cuanto tenemos para combatir lo trágico de la vida.

Se o que Proust diz é verdade, que a felicidade é a ausência do delírio, então eu nunca conhecerei a felicidade. Pois que estou possuída por uma febre de conhecimento, experiência, criação.

Why go to Tahiti or Bali? Only sad, defeated people do that.

Ri, Anaïs», diz Fred. «Henry diz que adora ouvir-te rir, que tu és a única mulher que possui o sentido da alegria, uma tolerância comedida»

Vienna! The name is magic to me (no, I don't destroy magic!) and I wanted to be so happy there with June, with Vienna, with her women, her lovely boulevards, her desuetude, her softness.

Što da radim sa svojom sre?om? Kako da je sa?uvam, sakrijem, zakopam nekamo gdje ne nikad ne?u izgubiti? Želim se spustiti na koljena i pustiti da pada po meni poput kiše, skupiti je u ?ipku i svilu te je ponovo stisnuti uza se.

How criminal to expect all life and joy from one human being.

People are miserable and tense because they don't make love enough.

In between our quarrels we are acutely happy. Hell and heaven all at once. We are at once free and enslaved.

The secret of joy is the mastery of pain.

What can I do with my happiness? How can I keep it, conceal it, bury it where I may never lose it? I want to kneel as it falls over me like rain, gather it up with lace and silk, and press it over myself again.

We are not meant always to be happy, and who would want to be? Happiness would become meaningless if it were a constant state. If you accept that, then you will not be surprised when something bad occurs, you will not gnash your teeth and ask, Why me? Why has this happened to me? It has happened to you because that is the nature of things. No one escapes. The rainbow comes and goes. Enjoy it while it lasts. Don't be surprised by its departure, rejoice when it returns.

My life was never destined to be quite happy. . . . Inherited wealth is a real handicap to happiness. It is as certain a death to ambition as cocaine is to morality.

I also want you to know that since the moment I set eyes on you—you have brought me nothing but Joy—and I will remember everything about you forever. Have a marvelous time. —Mom.

Le bonheur n'est pas une chose; c'est une pensée. Ce n'est pas un fait; c'est une invention. Ce n'est pas un état; c'est une action. Disons le mot: le bonheur est création.[...] C'est une praxis, disait- Aristote, et point une poiésis.