One kind of happiness is to know exactly at what point to be miserable.

A little misery, at times, makes one appreciate happiness more.

Consolation for unhappiness can often be found in a certain satisfaction we get from looking unhappy

Out of all the things you could not have there were some things that you could have and one of those was to know when you were happy and to enjoy all of it while it was there and it was good.

Knowledge of what is possible is the beginning of happiness.

How great it is when we come to know that times of disappointment can be followed by joy; that guilt over falling short of our ideals can be replaced by pride in doing all that we can; and that anger can be channeled into creative achievements... and into dreams that we can make come true.

On se console souvent d’être malheureux par un certain plaisir qu’on trouve à le paraître.

The greatest happiness is to know the source of unhappiness.

Happiness: an agreeable sensation arising from contemplating the misery of another.

I now know that some people feel unhappiness the way others love: privately, intensely, and without recourse.

We are fragile creatures, and it is from this weakness, not despite it, that we discover the possibility of true joy.

And that is the beautiful thing about friendship: we can take liberties, we can show our frailer side, we can afford the vast luxury of giving way to our boredom when we are bored, our anger when we are angry, our peckishness when we feel downhearted.

Sadness is just happiness in reverse. We humans have to put up with it. Just being human is an awful burden to bear.

How were we to know we were happy?