“Know your own happiness.” -Mrs. Dashwood, Sense and Sensibility
Some speak of happiness as if it is nothing more than a cheerful state of non-specificity.
But happiness is as particular in its forms as the individuals who seek it.
To find happiness, one must be daring enough to embrace the peculiarity of his own sentiments.
A man can only be as happy as his willingness to be honest about what makes him happy.
I often wonder if the seemingly elusive nature of happiness is not, in some sense, a reflection of our own elusiveness.
Perhaps happiness persists in avoiding us because we insist on avoiding ourselves.