Happiness is hard to recall. Its just a glow.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Happiness isn't something you experience; it's something you remember.
Happiness is a sunbeam which may pass through a thousand bosoms without losing a particle of its original ray; nay, when it strikes on a kindred heart, like the converged light on a mirror, it reflects itself with redoubled brightness. It is not perfected till it is shared.
Happiness is good health and a bad memory.
Happiness is nothing more than good health and a bad memory.
Happiness is not something that just comes to you. It's an active process.
Happiness consumes itself like a flame. It cannot burn for ever, it must go out, and the presentiment of its end destroys it at its very peak.
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 lies in moments, and while you have it, you're not even aware; only afterwards do you know you were happy.
When we recall the past, we usually find that it is the simplest things - not the great occasions - that in retrospect give off the greatest glow of happiness.
Happiness is like a cloud, if you stare at it long enough, it evaporates.