All Quotes By Tag: Happiness

“Be happy — if you’re not even happy, what’s so good about surviving?”

“In the midst of happiness or despairin sorrow or in joyin pleasure or in pain:Do what is right and you will be at peace.”

“We have no more right to consume happiness without producing it than to consume wealth without producing it.”

“Whenever I see an ambulance, I like to think there is a baby being born, rather than a death.”

“I NEVER UNDERSTOOD THE POINT OF BEING SADWHEN I COULD CHOOSE TO BE HAPPY”

“Happiness is always a by-product. It is probably a matter of temperament, and for anything I know it may be glandular. But it is not something that can be demanded from life, and if you are not happy you had better stop worrying about it and see what treasures you can pluck from your own brand of unhappiness.”

“I’ll never wake up in a good mood again.I’m tired of these stinky boots”

“Control of consciousness determines the quality of life.”

“I like to believe that you don’t need to reach a certain goal to be happy. I prefer to think that happiness is always there, and that when things don’t go the way we might like them to, it’s a sign from above that something even better is right around the corner.”

“Love doesn’t make the world go ’round; love is what makes the ride worthwhile.”

“Recipe For Happiness Khaborovsk Or Anyplace’One grand boulevard with treeswith one grand cafe in sunwith strong black coffee in very small cups.One not necessarily very beautifulman or woman who loves you.One fine day.”

“The Christmas presents once opened are Not So Much Fun as they were while we were in the process of examining, lifting, shaking, thinking about, and opening them. Three hundred sixty-five days later, we try again and find that the same thing has happened. Each time the goal is reached, it becomes Not So Much Fun, and we’re off to reach the next one, then the next one, then the next.That doesn’t mean that the goals we have don’t count. They do, mostly because they cause us to go through the process and it’s the process that makes us wise, happy, or whatever. If we do things in the wrong sort of way, it makes us miserable, angry, confused, and things like that. The goal has to be right for us, and it has to be beneficial, in order to ensure a beneficial process. But aside from that, it’s really the process that’s important.”

“I Hear the sledges with the bells – Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells! How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight; Keeping time, time, time, In a sort of Runic rhyme, To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells From the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells – From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells. II Hear the mellow wedding bells – Golden bells! What a world of happiness their harmony foretells! Through the balmy air of night How they ring out their delight! – From the molten – golden notes, And all in tune, What a liquid ditty floats To the turtle – dove that listens, while she gloats On the moon! Oh, from out the sounding cells, What a gush of euphony voluminously wells! How it swells! How it dwells On the Future! – how it tells Of the rapture that impels To the swinging and the ringing Of the bells, bells, bells – Of the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells – To the rhyming and the chiming of the bells! III Hear the loud alarum bells – Brazen bells! What a tale of terror, now, their turbulency tells! In the startled ear of night How they scream out their affright! Too much horrified to speak, They can only shriek, shriek, Out of tune, In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire, In a mad expostulation with the deaf and frantic fire, Leaping higher, higher, higher, With a desperate desire, And a resolute endeavor Now – now to sit, or never, By the side of the pale – faced moon. Oh, the bells, bells, bells! What a tale their terror tells Of Despair! How they clang, and clash and roar! What a horror they outpour On the bosom of the palpitating air! Yet the ear, it fully knows, By the twanging, And the clanging, How the danger ebbs and flows; Yet the ear distinctly tells, In the jangling, And the wrangling, How the danger sinks and swells, By the sinking or the swelling in the anger of the bells – Of the bells – Of the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells – In the clamor and the clanging of the bells! IV Hear the tolling of the bells – Iron bells! What a world of solemn thought their monody compels! In the silence of the night, How we shiver with affright At the melancholy menace of their tone! For every sound that floats From the rust within their throats Is a groan. And the people – ah, the people – They that dwell up in the steeple, All alone, And who, tolling, tolling, tolling, In that muffled monotone, Feel a glory in so rolling On the human heart a stone – They are neither man nor woman – They are neither brute nor human – They are Ghouls: – And their king it is who tolls: – And he rolls, rolls, rolls, Rolls A paean from the bells! And his merry bosom swells With the paean of the bells! And he dances, and he yells; Keeping time, time, time, In a sort of Runic rhyme, To the paean of the bells: – Of the bells: Keeping time, time, time In a sort of Runic rhyme, To the throbbing of the bells – Of the bells, bells, bells: – To the sobbing of the bells: – Keeping time, time, time, As he knells, knells, knells, In a happy Runic rhyme, To the rolling of the bells – Of the bells, bells, bells – To the tolling of the bells – Of the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells, – To the moaning and the groaning of the bells. ”

“The thing everyone should realize is that the key to happiness is being happy for yourself and yourself.”

“To me, the meaning of a human life is to be happy. It’s to achieve happiness right now, it’s to make sure you’re happy in the future. And if some people on YouTube try to have a message to give people, I guess that mine is: do whatever you have to do to be happy.”