Quotes about Happiness

How could any Lord have made this world?... there is no reason, order, justice: but suffering, death, the poor. There was no treachery too base for this world to commit... No happiness lasted.

The tragedy of her death was not that it made one, now and then and very intensely, unhappy. It was that it made her unreal; and us solemn, and self-conscious. We were made to act parts that we did not feel; to fumble for words that we did not know. It obscured, it dulled.

To upset everything every 3 or 4 years is my notion of a happy life.

Happy the mother who bears, happier still the biographer who records the life of such a one!

I was thinking today of my greatest happiness, a walk along a cliff by the sea, and you at the end of it.

It was long before they moved, and when they moved it was with great reluctance. They stood together in front of the looking-glass, and with a brush tried to make themselves look as if they had been feeling nothing all the morning, neither pain nor happiness. But it chilled them to see themselves in the glass, for instead of being vast and indivisible they were really very small and separate, the size of the glass leaving a large space for the reflection of other things.

For the philosopher is right who says that nothing is thicker than a knife's blade separates happiness from melancholy

Well, how was she going to defend herself? Now that she knew what it was, she felt perfectly happy. They thought, or Peter at any rate thought, that she enjoyed imposing herself; liked to have famous people about her; great names; was simply a snob in short. Well, Peter might think so. Richard merely thought it foolish of her to like excitement when she knew it was bad for her heart. It was childish, he thought. And both were quite wrong. What she liked was simply life.

Youth so apt for pleasure that pleasure, one thought, must exist

What a vast fertility of pleasure books hold for me! (...) I think I could happily live here & read forever.

Far away a bell tolls, but not for death. There are bells that ring for life. A leaf falls, from joy. Oh, I am in love with life!

What she liked was simply life. 'That's what I do it for', she said, speaking aloud, to life.