Everything in large doses is gonna kill you. Even happiness.
I have had a dream my whole life... and it was not this good.
When the doctors came they said she had died of heart disease - of joy that kills.
I was always much too elated to imagine despair.
To tell the truth I never had it so good. But I lacked the strength of character to bear such joy.
Surfeits of happiness are fatal.
Joy, when it is excessive, overcomes as much as grief.
I am so happy. I am so impossibly happy.
There is an excess both in happiness and misery above our power of sensation.
If I was any more pleased with you, I would lose what little remains of my sanity.
What wisdom, what warning can prevail against gladness? There is no law so strong that a little gladness may not transgress.
I'm from Jersey, so I have a love of T.G.I. Friday's and chain restaurants in general. When you go to a Friday's, it seems like everyone's on ecstasy and way too happy anyway.
Imagine that, a poncho sombrero combo, I'll be off my tits on happiness.
