Quotes about Happiness
The supreme happiness of life consists in the conviction that one is loved; loved for one's own sake—let us say rather, loved in spite of one's self; t
— Victor Hugo
The supreme happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved
— Victor Hugo
The greatest happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved.
— Victor Hugo
Living, there is no happiness in that. Living: carrying one's painful self through the world. But being, being is happiness. Being: Becoming a fountain, a fountain on which the universe falls like warm rain.
— Milan Kundera
People who shout joy from the rooftops are often the saddest of all.
— Milan Kundera
Because I'm happy that you exist at all, Elisabeth. Perhaps I love you. Perhaps I love you very much. But probably just for this reason it would be better if we remain as we are. I think a man and a woman love each other all the more when they don't live together and when they know about each other only that they exist, and when they are grateful to each other for the fact that they exist and that they know they exist. And that alone is enough for their happiness.
— Milan Kundera
I beg you friend, be happy. I have the vague sense that on your capacity to be happy hangs our only hope.
— Milan Kundera
She was experiencing the same odd happiness and odd sadness as then. The sadness meant: we are at the last station. The happiness meant: we are together.
— Milan Kundera
How did the senator know that children meant happiness? Could he see into their souls? What if the moment they were out of sight, three of them jumped the fourth and began beating him up?
— Milan Kundera
La felicidad es el deseo de repetir.
— Milan Kundera
Whether it's good luck or bad to be born onto this earth, the best way to spend a life here is to let yourself be carried along, as I am at this moment, by a cheerful, noisy crowd moving forward.
— Milan Kundera
Rejection and privilege, happiness and woe—no one felt more concretely than Yakov how interchangeable opposites are, how short the step from one pole of human existence to the other.
— Milan Kundera