Frances Mayes Quotes

Happiness is the longing for repetition.

Life everlasting in a state of happiness is the greatest desire of all men.

Always leave something to wish for; otherwise you will be miserable from your very happiness.

The wretched are in this respect fortunate, that they have the strongest yearning after happiness; and to desire is in some sense to enjoy.

She knew that this was happiness, this was living as she had always wished to live.

La possession de ce qu'on aime est une joie plus grande encore que l'amour. Possessing what one loves is an even greater joy than love itself.

If I had Aladdin's lamp and the usual three wishes, the first would always be, 'Give me the first day of June.

It was that impossible thing: happiness that does not wilt to reveal the thin shoots of some new desire rising from within it.

I still feel the need of some imperishable bliss.

Joys, which we do not know, we do not wish.

So she enjoyed herself heartily, and found, what isn't always the case, that her granted wish was all she had hoped.

If you want to imagine the future, imagine a boy and his dog and his friends. And a summer that never ends.

Felicity is a continual progress of the desire from one object to another, the attaining of the former being still but the way to the latter.

Oh, that peace may come.

After a time, you may find that having is not so pleasing a thing after all as wanting. It is not logical, but is often true.

Look up here, I'm in heaven.

We all have a hungry heart, and one of the things we hunger for is happiness.

Ah, life is a gate, a way, a path to Paradise anyway, why not live for fun and joy and love or some sort of girl by a fireside, why not go to your desire and LAUGH.

It often comes into my head That we may dream when we are dead, But I am far from sure we do. O that it were so! then my rest Would be indeed among the blest; I should for ever dream of you.

Immortality—dazzling idea! who first imagined thee! Was it some jolly burgher of Nuremburg, who with night-cap on his head, and white clay pipe in mouth, sat on some pleasant summer evening before his door, and reflected in all his comfort, that it would be right pleasant, if, with unextinguishable pipe, and endless breath, he could thus vegetate onwards for a blessed eternity? Or was it a lover, who in the arms of his loved one, thought the immortality-thought, and that because he could think and feel naught beside!—Love! Immortality!

heaven is a place of unparalleled and indescribable joy

Desire is happiness: satisfaction as happiness is merely the ultimate moment of desire. To be wish and wish alone is happiness, and a new wish over and over again.

What I mean is, like you to have everything you want. Wished it was me, that's all

I wish you could invent some means to make me at all happy without you. Every hour I am more and more concentrated in you; everything else tastes like chaff in my mouth.

On the blue summer evenings, I will go along the paths, And walk over the short grass, as I am pricked by the wheat: Daydreaming I will feel the coolness on my feet. I will let the wind bathe my bare head. I will not speak, I will have no thoughts: But infinite love will mount in my soul; And I will go far, far off, like a gypsy, through the countryside - as happy as if I were a woman. "Sensation