I think by the time you're grown you're as happy as you're goin to be. You'll have good times and bad times, but in the end you'll be about as happy as you was before. Or as unhappy. I've knowed people that just never did get the hang of it.
To be happy, you have to risk being unhappy.
The more I understand the mind and the human experience, the more I begin to suspect there is no such thing as unhappiness; there is only ungratefulness.
If you have done something meritorious, you experience pleasure and happiness; if wrong things, suffering. A happy or unhappy life is your own creation. Nobody else is responsible. If you remember this, you won’t find fault with anybody. You are your own best friend as well as your worst enemy. (99)
Why are those who are notoriously undisciplined and unmoral also most contemptuous of religion and morality? They are trying to solace their own unhappy lives by pulling the happy down to their own abysmal depths.
Comparison is the thief of joy.
It almost seemed as if there must be some random and of course unfair thrift in the emotional housekeeping of the world, if the great happiness--however temporary, however flimsy--of one person could come out of the great unhappiness of another.
But 'tis a sad thing that all one's happiness is only that the world does not know you are miserable.
The search for happiness is one of the chief sources of unhappiness.
Most sane human beings’ chances of being alive in a thousand years’ time are a hundred times higher than their chances of being sincerely happy for at least ten consecutive days.
I believe our clever young man has intuited that while only the pursuit of happiness is promised to all Americans, unhappiness is guaranteed for many.
Most sane people feel happy way less often than they act happy.
You know, happiness isn't a permanent state. Neither is unhappiness. There's a flow, back and forth
No one is freer than someone who couldn’t care less about how he or she feels.
Only fake happiness comes with the compulsion to flaunt it.
We are greatly enslaved by how we do not want and how we want to feel.
As an attempt to escape their unhappiness, some people ran to something they used to look down on, or make fun of, when they were happy.
We automatically allow what someone will say about us to make us unhappy when we allow what they have said about us to make us happy.
The main source of some poor people’s misery is, not their being poor, but some people’s not being poor.
The challenging thing with trying to fill our emptiness with things such as food, drugs, and alcohol is that our body is a leaky container.