For me, however, that beloved, glowing little word happiness has become associated with everything I have felt since childhood upon hearing the sound of the word itself.
Happy, happy Christmas, that can win us back to the delusions of our childhood days, recall to the old man the pleasures of his youth, and transport the traveler back to his own fireside and quiet home!
A library book, I imagine, is a happy book.
Recommend to your children virtue; that alone can make them happy, not gold.
I don't like Paris so much, and it's only eight shows. I mean, don't tell them that, of course. But everyone always thinks they're so important. And I'm sure they are. But to me, my happiness is more important.
One mustn't ask apple trees for oranges, France for sun, women for love, life for happiness.
Happiness is a ball after which we run wherever it rolls, and we push it with our feet when it stops.
The purpose of our lives is to be happy.
To love is to place our happiness in the happiness of another.
In every part and corner of our life, to lose oneself is to be gainer; to forget oneself is to be happy.
I felt for a long time that this is what I want to do so I'm happy at this point to just take my time and work on projects that I feel strongly about, and the rest of the time just live my life.
Happy is he who has gained the wealth of divine thoughts, wretched is he whose beliefs about the gods are dark.
There are perhaps no days of our childhood we lived so fully as those we spent with a favorite book.
Whenever I get happy, I always have a terrible feeling.
A person is never happy except at the price of some ignorance.
Happiness in this world, when it comes, comes incidentally. Make it the object of pursuit, and it leads us a wild-goose chase, and is never attained. Follow some other object, and very possibly we may find that we have caught happiness without dreaming of it.
Most folks are about as happy as they make their minds up to be.
Why does this magnificent applied science, which saves work and makes life easier, bring us little happiness? The simple answer runs: because we have not yet learned to make sensible use of it.
He who is of a calm and happy nature will hardly feel the pressure of age, but to him who is of an opposite disposition youth and age are equally a burden.
To be of use to the world is the only way to be happy.
I'm just starting to scratch the surface of what really makes me happy and it's taken me a while to admit that acting like a little child and being a jerk and a punk is fun.
Oh, my God, this amazing cool breeze is coming through my window and the sun is shining. I'm happy.
We rarely find anyone who can say he has lived a happy life, and who, content with his life, can retire from the world like a satisfied guest.
Wisdom is the most important part of happiness.
Wealth, like happiness, is never attained when sought after directly. It comes as a by-product of providing a useful service.