Happiness is a butterfly, which when pursued, is always just beyond your grasp, but which, if you will sit down quietly, may alight upon you.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Happiness in this world, when it comes, comes incidentally. Make it the object of pursuit, and it leads us a wild-goose chase, and is never attained. Follow some other object, and very possibly we may find that we have caught happiness without dreaming of it.
Happiness is when what you think, what you say, and what you do are in harmony.
Happiness is when you love who you are and you are able to accept yourself and others.
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 byproduct of function, purpose, and conflict; those who seek happiness for itself seek victory without war.
Happiness is an attitude of mind, born of the simple determination to be happy under all outward circumstances.
Happiness is a ball after which we run wherever it rolls, and we push it with our feet when it stops.
Happiness is not something that just comes to you. It's an active process.
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 cannot be traveled to, owned, earned, worn or consumed. Happiness is the spiritual experience of living every minute with love, grace, and gratitude.