Happy are the beloved and the lovers and those who can live without love.

Happiness lies in family, pursuing your passions, and having enough money to enjoy both.

To love and to be loved is the greatest happiness.

Happiness resides not in possessions and not in gold, the feeling of happiness dwells in the soul.

Happiness is having a loving, close knit family in another city.

And if insight were sufficient, if the inner life were the whole of life, their happiness has been assured.

Wherever you have friends that’s your country, and wherever you receive love, that’s your home.

He knew exactly what she meant: to get to a place where you could love anything you choose — not to need permission for desire — well now, that was freedom.

To get to a place where you could love anything you chose — not to need permission for desire — well now _that_ was freedom.

At the end of the day, happiness is derived from love — love for others and others’ love for you. When I say “love” I do not mean simply romantic love, though that is obviously one of the greatest wellsprings of true happiness. I mean the love one feels from friends, and the love for places and things that brings people together for shared purpose.

Love is our freedom.

From the great moments of their lives, many remember that the experiences of sharing love are much more honest and convincing than anything one could do for oneself. The joyful rush of living the highest principle of oneness and being there for everyone brings pervasive meaning and a sense of liberation, as if one has just broken out of prison.

Love does not claim possession but gives freedom.

At night They're seen Laughing, Loving. They know The way To be Happy.