Perfect happiness is a beautiful sunset, the giggle of a grandchild, the first snowfall. It's the little things that make happy moments, not the grand events. Joy comes in sips, not gulps.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
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 radiates like the fragrance from a flower and draws all good things towards you.
Happiness is when what you think, what you say, and what you do are in harmony.
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.
We never taste happiness in perfection, our most fortunate successes are mixed with sadness.
I think perfect happiness has everything to do with learning to be content with what I have.
Joy comes from places you least expect it. It's usually the simple things, like watching my son play basketball or going through Central Park when the blossoms are blooming.
Happiness is actually found in simple things, such as taking my nephew around the island by bicycle or seeing the stars at night. We go to coffee shops or see airplanes land at the airport.
We never taste a perfect joy; our happiest successes are mixed with sadness.
True happiness comes from the joy of deeds well done, the zest of creating things new.