There is something curiously boring about somebody else's happiness.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Actual happiness is sometimes confused with the pursuit of it; and the most mindless and crass how-tos can get jumbled in with the modestly useful, the appealingly personal, and the genuinely interesting.
Happiness is boundlessly weird. Other people's choices often seem to delight them, where I would run screaming.
Happiness is a matter of one's most ordinary and everyday mode of consciousness being busy and lively and unconcerned with self.
Happiness seems made to be shared.
For me, the opposite of happiness isn't sadness but boredom.
Happiness is a light, an atmosphere, an illumination. It sets a personality. I always feel that it is a creation that is difficult for some and easy for others, but essentially an achievement, never an accident.
Happiness is nothing but temporary moments here and there - and I love those. But I would be bored out of my mind if I were happy all the time.
The happiness which is lacking makes one think even the happiness one has unbearable.
We've all met those who seem to radiate happiness. They seem to smile more than others; they laugh more than others - just being around them makes us happier as well.
Happiness: an agreeable sensation arising from contemplating the misery of another.