I did not know what it was to be happy for a whole day at a time, scarcely for an hour.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Happiness is a mysterious concept. It seems to work best as futurity: at that point I will be happy, et cetera. I feel like I experience small pieces of joy day to day.
I never was someone who was at ease with happiness.
I'm happy quite a lot of the time. I've done far more than I ever thought I would have, so I'd be very hard-pressed to walk around miserable.
What is happy? I think happy's in the moment. I don't think everybody can be happy all the time.
Quite frankly I don't know how to be happy. I have not a clue.
It doesn't take much to make me happy.
I really didn't consider myself happy or unhappy.
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.
Happiness is a matter of one's most ordinary and everyday mode of consciousness being busy and lively and unconcerned with self.
Let me be content with being happy, without sighing that I am not distinguished.
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