I cannot tell you how happy and in love I am with everything
You ask me about the past, you ask me about the future, the only way to be happy is to be living right now.
I will always serve my country in any capacity, but I'm very happy with what I'm doing right now.
The American press exists for one purpose only, and that is to convince Americans that they are living in the greatest and most envied country in the history of the world. The Press tells the American people how awful every other country is and how wonderful the United States is and how evil communism is and how happy they should be to have freedom to buy seven different sorts of detergent.
A lot of it comes from tiny things, like not eating barbecue sauce with my pizza at two in the morning. I think it's all a manifestation of being happy and wanting to treat myself well. The truth is, I'm not getting up an hour earlier and walking on a treadmill. I have the greatest workout partner in the world. And you don't need a gym membership for that kind of workout.
It may be said of happy marriages as of the phoenix - there is but one a century.
I have dual citizenship; I would be happy to go to England. I would be very happy to go to America.
Nothing outside of ourselves will ever make us happy, because happiness is an inside-out experience.
I was never happy, I was just less pissed off.
I'm someone who'd never base how happy I am on how much money I have, or how good a restaurant is because of how posh it is.
We should focus more on the things we've accomplished, but I mean, obviously Syria disturbs me greatly and I'm not happy with where Syria is.
A lot of times, people make other people responsible for their joy: 'You're not making me happy, you're not doing this, you're not doing that. '
If you want to be miserable, think of yourself. If you want to be happy, think of others.
I would happy for someone to download my music.
I can see, and that is why I can be happy, in what you call the dark, but which to me is golden. I can see a God-made world, not a manmade world.
I am not shy about admitting my modest talents. For example, I am happy to admit that I am better than average at clever remarks, and I also have a flair for getting people to like me. But to be perfectly fair to myself, I am ever-ready to confess my shortcomings, too, and a quick round of soul-searching forced me to admit that I had never been any good at all at breathing water. As I hung there from the seat belt, dazed and watching the water pour in and swirl around my head, this began to seem like a very large character flaw.
The important question is not, what will yield to man a few scattered pleasures, but what will render his life happy on the whole amount.
We just wanna be the happy bums that we are. That's all.
Most Christians would rather be happy than feel the wounds of other peoples' sorrows.
Everybody should be lucky enough to live as long as I have and be happy.
