Quotes
Quotes about Happiness
Happiness is good health and a bad memory.
People take different roads seeking fulfillment and happiness. Just because they're not on your road doesn't mean they've gotten lost.
. . . all who joy would win Must share it.--Happiness was born a twin.
There comes For ever something between us and what We deem our happiness.
But what is happiness except the simple harmony between a man and the life he leads?
Happiness seems made to be shared. [Fr., Le bonheur semble fait pour etre partage.]
If solid happiness we prize, Within our breast this jewel lies, And they are fools who roam; The world has nothing to bestow, From our own selves our bliss must flow, And that dear hut,--our home.
Thus happiness depends, as Nature shows, Less on exterior things than most suppose.
Domestic Happiness, thou only bliss Of Paradise that hast survived the Fall!
He who finds thought that lets us penetrate even a little deeper into the eternal mystery of nature has been granted great grace. He who, in addition, experiences the recognition, sympathy, and help of the best minds of his times, had been given almost more happiness than one man can bear.
Happiness makes up in height for what it lacks in length.
The highest happiness, the purest joys of life, wear out at last. [Ger., Das beste Gluck, des Lebens schonste Kraft Ermattet endlich.]
Happiness comes through doors you didn't even know you left open.
Happiness is not best achieved by those who seek it directly.
Happiness is different from pleasure. Happiness has something to do with struggling and enduring and accomplishing.
Happiness is not in our circumstance but in ourselves. It is not something we see, like a rainbow, or feel, like the heat of a fire. Happiness is something we are
Happiness is essentially a state of going somewhere, wholeheartedly, one-directionally, without regret or reservation.
Happiness is a wine of the rarest vintage, and seems insipid to a vulgar taste.
Happiness has many roots, but none more important than security.
Happiness consists in activity; such as the constitution of our nature; it is a running stream, and not a stagnant pool.
Happiness is like a butterfly. The more you chase it, the more it eludes you. But if you turn your attention to other things, It comes and sits softly on your shoulder.
Happiness is not a matter of good fortune or worldly possessions. It's a mental attitude. It comes from appreciating what we have, instead of being miserable about what we don't have. It's so simpleâyet so hard for the human mind to comprehend.
Happiness is not given but exchanged.
Happiness lies in our own backyard, but it's probably well hidden by crabgrass.
Happiness is the art of never holding in your mind the memory of any unpleasant thing that has passed.
