Remember, Montag, we're the happiness boys. We stand against the small tide of those who want to make everyone unhappy with conflicting theory and thought.
If a little hill of happiness would satisfy Chris, good for him. But after all these years of striving, hoping, dreaming, longing-I wanted a mountain high! A hill wasn't enough.
Remembering bred its own peculiar sorrow. It seemed so unfair: that time should render both sadness and happiness into a source of pain.
They tear each other apart. Sometimes there aren't any happy endings or logical explanations and we just have to accept that and move on. Sometimes it really is that simple.
She wished she had known back then. Known that happiness isn't a point in time you leave behind. It's what's ahead of you. Every single day.
But at the bottom of all the gloom, there is a sense that we are responsible for each other -- if not for each other's happiness. There is empathy, admiration, respect for the other's intelligence and honesty.
Happiness isn't a thing. You can't go out and get it like a cup of tea. It's the way you feel about things.
...and he smiled a lot. The smile did not mean that he was happy. It meant he was stronger than most people, and that he intended to take advantage of it.
...when you're hard and unyielding your words score me with lines - I hate lines - I want curves - curves are happy like a snowman ...
Only happy people have nightmares, from overeating. For those who live a nightmare reality, sleep is a black hole, lost in time, like death.
All things, even the deepest sorrow or the most profound happiness are all temporary. Hope is fuel for the soul, without hope, forward motion ceases.
Adam's hot Pheebs! Admit it girl. That body is like some kind of happy experiment. It's like he was manufactured in a nympho scientist's secret laboratory
Happiness is something you lay siege to, it is a battle like a game of go. I will take hold of all the pain and snuff it out.
GWGs [girls with glasses] aren't happy being nomads; they need a safe place to put their glasses while they sleep.
Now I no longer wish to be loved, beautiful, happy or successful. I want one thing and one thing only - to be left alone.
I sometimes think that shame, mere awkward, senseless shame, does as much towards preventing good acts and straightforward happiness as any of our vices can do.
Each today, well-lived, makes yesterday a dream of happiness and each tomorrow a vision of hope. Look, therefore, to this one day, for it and it alone is life.” —Sanskrit poem
She knows what it is to be sad and miserable, but those emotions are almost enjoyable. They throw moments of happiness and laughter into sharper relief.
She couldn't avoid being serious about things she cared for, and happiness made her grave at the thought of all the things which might destroy it.
When she is happy, she can't stop talking, when she is sad she doesn't say a word.
I've always believed that happiness is just around the corner. The trick is fining the right corner.
