To wish for the happiest days is to wish for a season of sorrow; for it is only after prolonged, wintry darkness that the summer sun appears to shine at its brightest.

Happiness isn't complicated. It is a humble state of gratitude for simple pleasures, tender mercies, recognized blessings, and inherent beauty.

Kisses are a means to plant on another's lips a smile glossed with happiness.

Happiness is seeing blessings in disguise, beauty under camouflage, and love amid conflict.

Just resign yourself to the fact that you're going to be miserable so you can finally be happy. (It's a sound theory if you think about it hard enough.)

Happiness doesn't always come in pink. Learn to appreciate the rainbow.

Happily-ever-afters don't come in happily-every-days. They are found at the end of challenges-ever-met, promises-ever-kept, and tears-ever-wept.

Happiness depends upon two things—pleasing God, and then pleasing yourself.

Be nice. Be good. Be happy. If people everywhere were to keep to this simple creed, there'd be few problems left in the world to fret about.