Luck

Don't give up on your own happy-evers.

Girls are always at their best smiling.

Miss Edith Clay brightened the room with her presence. Just from walking through the door, she’d made the room a happier place. This was true despite his having spent the last several months assuring himself his recollection of her had to be incorrect. His recollection was not incorrect. It was appallingly accurate.

Perhaps she was happiest when she was out of control. She looked at the fates and said three little words, not one regret.

Music moves the body, soul and spirit to the bliss.

He lay back for a little in his bed thinking about the smells of food… of the intoxicating breath of bakeries and dullness of buns… He planned dinners, of enchanting aromatic foods… endless dinners, in which one could alternate flavor with flavor from sunset to dawn without satiety, while one breathed great draughts of the bouquet of brandy.

I think happiness is what makes you pretty. Period. Happy people are beautiful. They become like a mirror and they reflect that happiness.

Very little is needed to make a happy life; it is all within yourself, in your way of thinking.

Laughter and Enjoyment is the Key to Entertainment.

I love food - I am never on a diet - I swear to God!

Riding Valegro always makes you smile, so I enjoy it.

Happiness is hard to recall. Its just a glow.

To truly laugh, you must be able to take your pain, and play with it.

Our envy always lasts longer than the happiness of those we envy.

I don't think that ... One gets a flash of happiness once and never again it is there within you and it will come as certainly as death....

I hate to admit this, but some days hearing about other people's problems actually cheers me up.

The researchers summarized: 'A human mind is a wandering mind, and a wandering mind is an unhappy mind. The ability to think about what is not happening is a cognitive achievement that comes at an emotional cost.'. Long ago, Buddhists reached much the same conclusion.

Act for the joy and beauty of action not for the fruits of creation.

How does one craft happiness out of something as important, as complicated, as unrepeatable and as easily damaged as life?

Happy are those who choose, those who accept being chosen, the handsome heroes, the handsome saints, the perfect escapists.