That which makes people dissatisfied with their condition, is the chimerical idea they form of the happiness of others.
James Thomson
Happiness is not a reward - it is a consequence. Suffering is not a punishment - it is a result.
Robert G Ingersoll
Never permit a dichotomy to rule your life, a dichotomy in which you hate what you do so you can have pleasure in your spare time. Look for a situation in which your work will give you as much happiness as your spare time.
Edward L. Bernays
Art and religion (they are the same thing, in the end, of course) have given man the only happiness he has ever had.
Willa Sibert Cather
To find out what one is fitted to do, and to secure an opportunity to do it, is the key to happiness.
John Dewey
The comedy is always the same. In the first act the hero imagines a place where happiness exists. In the second he strives towards that goal. In the third he comes up short or what amounts to the same thing he achieves his goal only to find that happiness lies a little further down the road.
James Branch Cabell
Success is getting what you want; happiness is wanting what you get.
Ingrid Bergman
The essence of love is getting out of oneself and into others. When we care less about our feelings, our rights, our happiness, our security, etc., and begin to concern ourselves with the feelings, rights, happiness, and security of others, we will have found the true power of love.
Dr. Felice Leonardo Buscaglia
It is the paradox of life that the way to miss pleasure is to seek it first. The very first condition of lasting happiness is that a life should be full of purpose, aiming at something outside self.
Hugo Black
Sometimes we strive so hard for perfection that we forget that imperfection is happiness.
Karen Nave
There may be Peace without Joy, and Joy without Peace, but the two combined make Happiness.
John Buchan, 1st Baron Tweedsmuir
Only one thing has to change for us to know happiness in our lives: where we focus our attention.
Greg Anderson
But then to wake and find it flown, The dream of happiness destroyed, To find myself unloved, alone, What tongue can speak the dreary void? A heart whence warm affections flow, Creator, thou hast given to me, And am I only thus to know How sweet the joys of love would be?
Anne Bront