The gods, so says the old superstition, do not like to behold too happy mortals. It is certain, at least, that some human beings do not.

In the end, the number of prayers we say may contribute to our happiness, but the number of prayers we answer may be of even greater importance.

If everything really does get better, the way everyone claims, then happiness should be graphable. But that's crap, because better isn't quantifiable.

I wanted color. I wanted to soar with happiness even if it meant dealing with the weight of fear and guilt, too. I wanted to live.

Leave behind the passive dreaming of a rose-tinted future. The energy of happiness exists in living today with roots sunk firmly in reality's soil.

Point me out the happy man and I will point you out either extreme egotism, selfishness, evil -- or else an absolute ignorance.

We all look for happiness, but without knowing where to find it: like drunkards who look for their house, knowing dimly that they have one

Ah, happiness courts the light so we deem the world is gay. But misery hides aloof so we deem that misery there is none.

He had awoken too late for happiness, but not for strength, and could feel an austere joy, as of a warrior who is homeless but stands fully armed.

Too often our intellect gets in the way of our hearts thereby blocking what instinctually can be drawn to us bringing happiness