William Blake Quotes About Happiness

Quotes about: Happiness

• The thankful receiver bears a plentiful harvest.

  William Blake

  Happiness, Thank You, Thanksgiving

  William Blake, David Fuller (2000). “William Blake: Selected Poetry and Prose”, p.133, Pearson Education

• The bird a nest, the spider a web, man friendship.

  William Blake

  Best Friend, Friendship, Happiness

  William Blake (1975). “The Marriage of Heaven and Hell”, p.18, Oxford Paperbacks

• Think in the morning. Act in the noon. Eat in the evening. Sleep in the night.

  William Blake

  Good Morning, Happiness, Sleep

  William Blake (2005). “Collected Poems”, p.167, Routledge

• He who binds to himself a joy Does the winged life destroy; But he who kisses the joy as it flies Lives in eternity's sun rise.

  William Blake

  Life, Happiness, Happy

  William Blake (2000). “The Selected Poems of William Blake”, p.6, Wordsworth Editions

• To see a world in a grain of sand
  And a heaven in a wild flower,
  Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,
  And eternity in an hour.

  William Blake

  Inspirational, Happiness, Peace

  'Auguries of Innocence' (c.1803) l. 1

• Exuberance is beauty.

  William Blake

  Happiness, Beauty, Gratitude

  William Blake (2017). “The Marriage of Heaven and Hell”, p.11, Litres

• He whose face gives no light, shall never become a star.

  William Blake

  Happiness, Stars, Light

  William Blake (1977). “The Portable William Blake”, p.184, Penguin

• To create a little flower is the labour of ages.

  William Blake

  Happiness, Art, Nature

  William Blake (2005). “Collected Poems”, p.167, Routledge

• The cut worm forgives the plow.

  William Blake

  Happiness, Forgiveness, Cutting

  William Blake (2013). “The Poetry of William Blake”, p.30, eBookIt.com

• Some say that happiness is not good for mortals, & they ought to be answered that sorrow is not fit for immortals & is utterly useless to any one; a blight never does good to a tree, & if a blight kill not a tree but it still bear fruit, let none say that the fruit was in consequence of the blight.

  William Blake

  Happiness, Tree, Sorrow

  William Blake (1966). “Complete Writings: With Variant Readings”, p.830, Oxford University Press, USA

• I have no name: I am but two days old. What shall I call thee? I happy am, Joy is my name. Sweet joy befall thee!

  William Blake

  Happiness, Baby, Sweet

  William Blake (1977). “The Portable William Blake”, p.71, Penguin

• Such, such were the joys
  When we all, girls and boys,
  In our youth time were seen
  On the Echoing Green.

  William Blake

  Happiness, Girl, Boys

  William Blake (2005). “Collected Poems”, p.48, Routledge

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