You know the passage where Scarlett voices her happiness that her mother is dead so that she can't see what a bad girl Scarlett has become? Well that's me.

You take away all the other luxuries in life and if you can make someone smile and laugh you have given the most special gift: happiness.

Completeness? Happiness? These words don't come close to describing my emotions. There truly is nothing I can say to capture what motherhood means to me particularly given my medical history.

The founders of a new colony whatever Utopia of human virtue and happiness they might originally project have invariably recognized it among their earliest practical necessities to allot a portion of the virgin soil as a cemetery and another portion as the site of a prison.

Happiness serves hardly any other purpose than to make unhappiness possible.

We are long before we are convinced that happiness is never to be found and each believes it possessed by others to keep alive the hope of obtaining it for himself.

I refuse to accept other people's ideas of happiness for me. As if there's a 'one size fits all' standard for happiness.

Caring about others running the risk of feeling and leaving an impact on people brings happiness.

The most worth-while thing is to try to put happiness into the lives of others.

Work and live to serve others to leave the world a little better than you found it and garner for yourself as much peace of mind as you can. This is happiness.

Happiness lies neither in vice nor in virtue but in the manner we appreciate the one and the other and the choice we make pursuant to our individual organization.

My creed is that: Happiness is the only good. The place to be happy is here. The time to be happy is now. The way to be happy is to make others so.

The consuming desire of most human beings is deliberately to plant their whole life in the hands of some other person. I would describe this method of searching for happiness as immature. Development of character consists solely in moving toward self-sufficiency.

Happiness in this world when it comes comes incidentally. Make it the object of pursuit and it leads us a wild-goose chase and is never attained. Follow some other object and very possibly we may find that we have caught happiness without dreaming of it.

Happiness is a hard master particularly other people's happiness.

If there were in the world today any large number of people who desired their own happiness more than they desired the unhappiness of others we could have a paradise in a few years.

Contempt for happiness is usually contempt for other people's happiness and is an elegant disguise for hatred of the human race.

For the poison of hatred seated near the heart doubles the burden for the one who suffers the disease he is burdened with his own sorrow and groans on seeing another's happiness.

The person who seeks all their applause from outside has their happiness in another's keeping .

We all want to help one another. Human beings are like that. We want to live by each other's happiness not by each other's misery.

Love is when the other person's happiness is more important than your own.

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

Love is that condition in which the happiness of another person is essential to your own... Jealousy is a disease love is a healthy condition. The immature mind often mistakes one for the other or assumes that the greater the love the greater the jealousy.

To attain happiness in another world we need only to believe something while to secure it in this world we must do something.