When we are happy, we are always good, but when we are good, we are not always happy.
If you found someone who makes you happy by just sitting around and holding hands, then eventually all that other stuff won't matter.
We have everything we need to be happy, but we aren't happy.
It's an extraordinary thing — to meet someone who you can bare your soul to. They'll accept you for what you are.
I'm not unhappy. I'm just not quite ready to be happy.
A man can be happy with any woman, as long as he does not love her.
To wish for your own happiness is sometimes coupled with another’s unhappiness.
Harry, there is never a perfect answer in this messy, emotional world. Perfection is beyond the reach of humankind, beyond the reach of magic. In every shining moment of happiness is that drop of poison: the knowledge that pain will come again. Be honest to those you love, show your pain. To suffer is as human as to breathe.
And there, in small warm pools of lamplight, you could see what Leo Auffmann wanted you to see. There sat Saul and Marshall, playing chess at the coffee table. In the dining room Rebecca was laying out the silver. Naomi was cutting paper-doll dresses. Ruth was painting water colors. Joseph was running his electric train. Through the kitchen door, Lena Auffmann was sliding a pot roast from the steaming oven. Every hand, every head, every mouth made a big or little motion. You could hear their faraway voices under glass. You could hear someone singing in a high sweet voice. You could smell bread baking, too, and you knew it was real bread that would soon be covered with real butter. Everything was there and it was working.