Come to Me, all you who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. Take My yoke upon you and learn from Me, for I am gentle and lowly in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For My yoke is easy and My burden is light.
—Jesus, Matthew 11:28–30
God can’t give us happiness and peace apart from Himself because there is no such thing.
—C.S. Lewis (1898–1963), English novelist, poet, academic, critic, essayist, and apologist
A person is fully human when joy is the fundamental thing in him, and grief the superficial. Melancholy should be an innocent interlude, a tender and fugitive frame of mind; praise should be the permanent pulsation of the soul. Pessimism is at best an emotional half-holiday; joy is the uproarious labor by which all things live.
—G. K. Chesterton (1874–1936), English philosopher, author, and apologist
No mockery in this world ever sounds to me so hollow as that of being told to cultivate happiness. Happiness is not a potato, to be planted in a mould and tilled with manure. Happiness is a glory shining far down upon us from heaven. She is a divine dew, which the soul feels dropping upon it from the amaranth bloom and golden fruitage of paradise.
—Charlotte Brontë (1816–1855), English novelist and poet
I find my joy of living in the fierce and ruthless battles of life, and my pleasure comes from learning something, from being taught something.
—August Strindberg (1849–1912), Swedish playwright, novelist, poet, essayist, and painter
It is true also that joy is in its nature more divine than sorrow; for, although man must sorrow, and God share in his sorrow, yet in himself God is not sorrowful, and the “glad creator” never made man for sorrow: it is but a stormy strait through which he must pass to his ocean of peace.
—George MacDonald (1824–1905), Scottish author, poet, and Christian minister
It is not the level of prosperity that makes for happiness but the kinship of heart to heart and the way we look at the world. Both attitudes are within our power. … A man is happy so long as he chooses to be happy, and no one can stop him.
—Alexander Solzhenitsyn (1918–2008), Russian and Soviet novelist, dramatist, and historian