happiness (n.)
- acceptance
- affluence
- appropriateness
- beatification
- beatitude
- becomingness
- bewitchment
- blessedness
- bliss
- blissfulness
- blitheness
- brightness
- cheer
- cheerfulness
- civility
- clover
- comfort
- composure
- content
- contentedness
- contentment
- decency
- decorousness
- decorum
- delectation
- delight
- ease
- ecstasy
- elation
- enchantment
- enjoyment
- euphoria
- exaltation
- exhilaration
- exuberance
- felicity
- fitness
- fittingness
- fulfillment
- gaiety
- geniality
- genteelness
- gentility
- gladness
- gladsomeness
- glee
- heaven
- hopefulness
- intoxication
- jollity
- joy
- joyfulness
- joyousness
- jubilation
- luxury
- optimism
- paradise
- pleasantness
- pleasure
- properness
- propriety
- prosperity
- radiance
- rapture
- ravishment
- reconciliation
- resignation
- rightness
- sanguineness
- satisfaction
- security
- seemliness
- success
- suitability
- sunniness
- sunshine
- transport
- urbanity
- velvet
- weal
- wealth
- welfare
- well-being
- winsomeness
Know then this truth (enough for man to know),—
"Virtue alone is happiness below."
We 're charm'd with distant views of happiness,
But near approaches make the prospect less.
Happiness depends, as Nature shows,
Less on exterior things than most suppose.
Domestic happiness, thou only bliss
Of Paradise that has survived the fall!
Fireside happiness, to hours of ease
Blest with that charm, the certainty to please.
Drawing near her death, she sent most pious thoughts as harbingers to heaven; and her soul saw a glimpse of happiness through the chinks of her sickness-broken body.
Said Scopas of Thessaly, "We rich men count our felicity and happiness to lie in these superfluities, and not in those necessary things."
A man's happiness,—to do the things proper to man.
Greatest happiness of the greatest number.
The happiness and unhappiness of the rational, social animal depends not on what he feels but on what he does; just as his virtue and vice consist not in feeling but in doing.
O happiness! our being's end and aim!
Good, pleasure, ease, content! whate'er thy name:
That something still which prompts the eternal sigh,
For which we bear to live, or dare to die.
Dreams, books, are each a world; and books, we know,
Are a substantial world, both pure and good.
Round these, with tendrils strong as flesh and blood,
Our pastime and our happiness will grow.
There is nothing which has yet been contrived by man by which so much happiness is produced as by a good tavern or inn.
We hold these truths to be self-evident,—that all men are created equal; that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable rights; that among these are life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.
Magnificent spectacle of human happiness.
And there is even a happiness
That makes the heart afraid.
Whom neither shape of danger can dismay,
Nor thought of tender happiness betray.
How bitter a thing it is to look into happiness through another man's eyes!
Sad fancies do we then affect,
In luxury of disrespect
To our own prodigal excess
Of too familiar happiness.
To each his suff'rings; all are men,
Condemn'd alike to groan,—
The tender for another's pain,
Th' unfeeling for his own.
Yet ah! why should they know their fate,
Since sorrow never comes too late,
And happiness too swiftly flies?
Thought would destroy their paradise.
No more; where ignorance is bliss,
'T is folly to be wise.
That virtue was sufficient of herself for happiness.
All who joy would win
Must share it, happiness was born a twin.
If solid happiness we prize,
Within our breast this jewel lies,
And they are fools who roam.
The world has nothing to bestow;
From our own selves our joys must flow,
And that dear hut, our home.
