When unhappy, one doubts everything;
when happy, one doubts nothing.
Most people would rather be certain they're miserable, than risk being happy.
Happiness is not a destination. It is a method of life.
One of the sanest, surest, and most generous joys of life comes from being happy over
the good fortune of others.
Happiness hates the timid.
Happiness is never stopping to think if you are.
We tend to forget that happiness doesn't come as a result of getting something we don't
have, but rather of recognizing and appreciating what we do have.
To be upset over what you don't have is to waste what you do have.
Happiness walked in through a door I didn't know I left open.
Now and then it's good to pause in our pursuit of happiness and just be happy.
"For your wonderful kindness," the good fairy said to the girl, "I will grant you any wish
you would like."
The little girl thought for a moment and then replied, "I want to be happy!"
I can't be happy every day, but I can still be cheerful.
If you let your dreams come true, then happiness will follow you.
Tonight I am happy. I am exceedingly happy. Never have I been so happy.
Now, I am happy. I am passing happy. Have I not the right to be happy?
Oh, pleasure, pleasure! What else should bring anyone anywhere?
When one door of happiness closes, another opens; but often we look so long at the closed
door that we do not see the one which has opened for us.
Because of what you are, you are essential to my happiness.
Actually, I think I have a lot of latent happiness, I'm a latent happy person. And I
think that when you stop wanting so much, you get a lot happier. So for now, I want to want less.
She felt happiness she had never known. Or had she known it as a child? She tried to
remember.
A happy woman is one who has no cares at all; a cheerful woman is one who has cares, but
doesn't let them get her down.
The only way to be happy is to love to suffer.
One of the secrets to happiness is not caring how stupid everyone else thinks you are.
Most people are searching for happiness. They're looking for it. They're trying to find
it in someone or something outside of themselves. That's a fundemental mistake. Happiness is
something that you are, and it comes from the way you think.
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.
Since you get more joy out of giving joy to others, you should put a good deal of thought
into the happiness that you are able to give.
Happiness is a choice that requires effort at times.
Happiness comes of the capacity to feel deeply, to enjoy simply, to think freely, to risk
life, to be needed.
If a man can't make you miserable, he can't make you happy.
I was happy, but happy is an adult world. You don't have to ask a child about happy, you
see it. They are or they are not. Adults talk about being happy because, largely, they are not.
Talking about it is the same as trying to catch the wind. Much easier to let it blow all over
you. This is where I disagree with the philosophers. They talk about passionate things, but
there is no passion in them. Never talk happiness with a philosopher.
The happiest person is the person who thinks the most interesting thoughts.
Nothing less than superiority will make me happy.
Happiness isn't the easiest thing to find, but one place you're guaranteed to find it is
in a friend's smile.
The human heart is large enough to contain any amount of happiness.
Happiness is just an illusion caused by the temporary absence of reality.
Happiness makes up in height for what it lacks in length.
Happiness is having a scratch for every itch.
Happiness isn't something you experience; it's something you remember.
If what Proust says is true, that happiness is the absence of fever, then I will never
know happiness. For I am possessed by a fever for knowledge, experience, and creation.
Life's truest happiness is found in friendships we make along the way.
No medicine cures what happiness cannot.
That's the difference between me and the rest of the world! Happiness isn't good enough
for me! I demand euphoria!
There is no such thing as happiness, only lesser shades of melancholy.
To get an idea of our fellow counrtyman's miseries, we have only to look at his pleasures.
And as Piglet looked sorrowfully around, Eeyore picked up the balloon with his teeth, and
placed it carefully in the pot; picked it out and put it on the ground; and then picked it up
again and put it carefully back. . . But Eeyore wasn't listening. He was taking the balloon out,
and putting it back, as happy as he could be.
If his pleasure is gone, I would not give so much as the shadow of smoke for all he owns.
For America, only your dolls are cheerful.
The daises grow wild like popcorn. They are God's promise to the field. How happy I am,
daisies to love you. How happy you are to be loved, and found magical, like a secret from the
sluggish field.
