Happiness Quotes - Page 12

Happiness grows best in the soil of contentment.

Winning isn’t everything, but losing isn’t anything.

Revive your inner spirit! Break free from all things weighing you down, grab hold of your strong rope and lift yourself out of hopelessness!

Put love in everything you do and you’ll find joy, happiness and success.

No one should ever be punished for feeling love.

If you want to speak to someone you cannot touch, see, or hear, the voice of love will transmit with or without a phone. It crosses all borders and travels through time and walls.

Some say ignorance is bliss, I say love is.

When it comes to love, your point of view, your imagination and your energy can carry you through anything. As you love, it will spill over to everyone and everything you encounter and beyond. There is no force imaginable that is more powerful than the act of love.

Just as the rain carries positive ions, so does change make you more apt to experience love with an expansive heart.

Merry hearts are vulnerable to death, don't be over-joyed to the state of oblivion, lest the enemy poison your meal.

Miss Fairlie laughed with a ready good-humour, which broke out as brightly as if it had been part of the sunshine above us…

Happy is what I feel; Joy is what I experience.

We hunger after the sweet nectar of happiness without understanding that it is harvested from the flowering field of good deeds.

If we could all love each and every person that crosses our path a little bit more, we could attain inner peace with the knowledge that many people on this planet would be hurting a whole lot less.

The relationship you take for granted is the one that needs the greatest work.

Kindness is a currency that can cover a multitude of interpersonal debts.

Wanting help, I reached out to serve. Seeking happiness, I smiled and offered comfort. Yearning for love, I showed love. And now I understand. My life was never about me, it was always about you.

Helping others is the secret sauce to a happy life.

The world around me was oblivious, but for once, I felt absolute

I love everything that makes up a milieu, the rolling of the carriages and the noise of the workmen in Paris, the cries of a thousand birds in the country, the movement of the ships on the waters. I love also absolute, profound silence, and, in short, I love everything that is around me, no matter where I am.