Tears of joy are like the summer rain drops pierced by sunbeams.

I love being on stage, I love being able to tell a story, I love the fact that the audience listens and laughs at it. It makes me happy, and it’s what I live for.

Whether happiness may come or not, one should try and prepare one’s self to do without it.

Hatred is self-punishment.

When Clark Gable died, I cried for 2 days straight. I couldn’t eat or sleep.

He who cannot give anything away cannot feel anything either.

I’m so nervous. I’ve always been nervous, ever since I was a kid.

Jump out the window if you are the object of passion. Flee it if you feel it. Passion goes, boredom remains.

The ordinary scientific man is strictly a sentimentalist. He is a sentimentalist in this essential sense, that he is soaked and swept away by mere associations.

What do I care about the purring of one who cannot love, like the cat?

People should pursue what they’re passionate about. That will make them happier than pretty much anything else.

The loss of young first love is so painful that it borders on the ludicrous.

My ultimate goal is to end up being happy. Most of the time.

God cannot give us a happiness and peace apart from Himself, because it is not there. There is no such thing.

Allow children to be happy in their own way, for what better way will they find?

If someone decides they’re not going to be happy, it’s not your problem. You don’t have to spend your time and energy trying to cheer up someone who has already decided to stay in a bad mood. Believe it or not, you can actually hurt people by playing into their self-pity.

When I see myself as an old woman, I just think about being happy. And hopefully, I’ll still be fly.

Beauty of whatever kind, in its supreme development, invariably excites the sensitive soul to tears.

Every single one of us has a few months here or there that feel like dark months.

Happiness is not a goal; it is a by-product.

The happiest conversation is that of which nothing is distinctly remembered, but a general effect of pleasing impression.

This happiness consisted of nothing else but the harmony of the few things around me with my own existence, a feeling of contentment and well-being that needed no changes and no intensification.

There is no austerity equal to a balanced mind, and there is no happiness equal to contentment; there is no disease like covetousness, and no virtue like mercy.

Sadness is but a wall between two gardens.

Never apologize for showing feeling. When you do so, you apologize for the truth.

It’s fun to be hopelessly in love. It’s dangerous, but it’s fun.

I do not take a single newspaper, nor read one a month, and I feel myself infinitely the happier for it.

The child inside of you knows how to take things as they come, how to deal most effectively and happily with everything and everyone it encounters on this planet. If you can recapture that childlike essence of your being, you can stay ‚forever young at heart.‘

You have to understand that people that are hurting are going to criticize.

I never expected to see the day when girls would get sunburned in the places they now do.

The child in you, like all children, loves to laugh, to be around people who can laugh at themselves and life. Children instinctively know that the more laughter we have in our lives, the better.

Happiness is not an ideal of reason, but of imagination.

Anger and jealousy can no more bear to lose sight of their objects than love.

Precepts or maxims are of great weight; and a few useful ones on hand do more to produce a happy life than the volumes we can’t find.

The happiest people I know as a nation are the Burmese; their brightness and cheeriness are proverbial. Kindness to animals is one of their greatest ‚weaknesses‘; no Burmese will kill an animal, even if it is to put it out of pain.

Renunciation remains sorrow, though a sorrow borne willingly.

As your career grows, the list of things that makes you happy should not become smaller, it should become bigger.

I really didn’t consider myself happy or unhappy.

God wants to use you to make other people happy! And the happier you make others, the happier you will be because you reap what you sow.

I was at a New Year’s Eve party, and someone asked me how was my year, and I said, ‚I honestly think 2011 was the best year of my entire life,‘ and I actually meant it.

The only really happy folk are married women and single men.

There is something terribly morbid in the modern sympathy with pain. One should sympathise with the colour, the beauty, the joy of life. The less said about life’s sores the better.

I’m proud to play for Real Madrid because I have fun; when you no longer have fun it’s a sign that it’s time to leave. For now though, I’m happy here at the greatest club in the world.

Concentration is one of the happiest things in my life.

Man is the only animal that blushes – or needs to.

No, I’m not anguished and tormented.

In the day of prosperity be joyful, but in the day of adversity consider.

From the deepest desires often come the deadliest hate.

Why love if losing hurts so much? I have no answers anymore; only the life I have lived. The pain now is part of the happiness then.

To be happy we must not be too concerned with others.

It’s possible to love a human being if you don’t know them too well.

No one has a right to consume happiness without producing it.

But O, how bitter a thing it is to look into happiness through another man’s eyes.

There must be something solemn, serious, and tender about any attitude which we denominate religious. If glad, it must not grin or snicker; if sad, it must not scream or curse.

A man’s felicity consists not in the outward and visible blessing of fortune, but in the inward and unseen perfections and riches of the mind.

As selfishness and complaint pervert the mind, so love with its joy clears and sharpens the vision.

We don’t laugh because we’re happy – we’re happy because we laugh.

To wear your heart on your sleeve isn’t a very good plan; you should wear it inside, where it functions best.

Boredom, anger, sadness, or fear are not ‚yours,‘ not personal. They are conditions of the human mind. They come and go. Nothing that comes and goes is you.

I love making people laugh. And I love laughing.

Hatred is inveterate anger.