If there was one thing all the losses in her life had taught her it was that life was short, fleeting, and way too precious to waste waiting around for happiness to hit you over the head and make itself known. Happiness wasn't something you found, happiness was something you made - by living in the moment, by cherishing the people in your life right now, by finding the courage to change those things you didn't like
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You can be happy where you are.
You can be happy where you are.
If one only wished to be happy, this could be easily accomplished; but we wish to be happier that other read more
If one only wished to be happy, this could be easily accomplished; but we wish to be happier that other people, and this is always difficult, for we believe others to be happier than they are.
Remember that happiness is as contagious as gloom. It should be the first duty of those who are happy to read more
Remember that happiness is as contagious as gloom. It should be the first duty of those who are happy to let others know of their gladness.
Domestic Happiness, thou only bliss
Of Paradise that hast survived the Fall!
Domestic Happiness, thou only bliss
Of Paradise that hast survived the Fall!
Pure love produces pure nonsense.
Pure love produces pure nonsense.
What sunshine is to flowers, smiles are to humanity. These are but trifles, to be sure; but, scattered along life's read more
What sunshine is to flowers, smiles are to humanity. These are but trifles, to be sure; but, scattered along life's pathway, the good they do is inconceivable.
The greatest happiness of life it the conviction that we are loved - loved for ourselves, or rather, loved in read more
The greatest happiness of life it the conviction that we are loved - loved for ourselves, or rather, loved in spite of ourselves. -Victor Hugo.
It is pretty hard to tell what does bring happiness; poverty and wealth have both failed.
It is pretty hard to tell what does bring happiness; poverty and wealth have both failed.
Happiness is the art of never holding in your mind the memory of any unpleasant thing that has passed.
Happiness is the art of never holding in your mind the memory of any unpleasant thing that has passed.
