Happiness is like a cloud, if you stare at it long enough, it evaporates.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
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 not something that just comes to you. It's an active process.
Happiness is when what you think, what you say, and what you do are in harmony.
Happiness is just a positive perception from our brain. Some days, you will be unhappy. Our brain is a tool we use. It's not who we are.
Happiness is hard to recall. Its just a glow.
Happiness depends more on how life strikes you than on what happens.
Happiness is not a brilliant climax to years of grim struggle and anxiety. It is a long succession of little decisions simply to be happy in the moment.
Happiness is mostly a by-product of doing what makes us feel fulfilled.
Happiness is a matter of one's most ordinary and everyday mode of consciousness being busy and lively and unconcerned with self.
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.