词汇：happiness

n. 幸福

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Never blame anyone in your life, good people give you happiness, bad people give you experience, worst people give you a lesson, and the best people give you memories.
>> Good People Give You Happiness
Don't worry, once we survive this internal battle , Happiness and money will start to surface little by little.
>> 马斯克: 如果你对自己说
RHETT:
Yes, sorry for you because you're throwing away happiness with both hands. And reaching out for something that will never make you happy.
>> 飘 Gone with the Wind Movie Script
Now... I'd like to toast my friend... Mario... and say what a pleasure it was for me to participate, in a small way... to his happiness.
>> 邮差 Postino Il Movie Script
He's not worthy of being witness to your happiness.
>> 邮差 Postino Il Movie Script
These natural wonders brought me great joy and happiness and would for the rest of my life.
这些自然奇观给我带来了巨大的快乐和幸福，并将伴随我的余生。
>> a pivotal moment in my life
So I think that what people misunderstand is somehow the best jobs are the ones that bring you happiness all the time.I don't think that's right.
>> I am about to tell you things 黄仁勋
And usually, people connect passion with happiness. And I think there is something missing in that. And when you're doing something that's not easy to do, you're not always enjoying it.
>> I am about to tell you things 黄仁勋
God let we used all sorts of things, is to use it instead of happiness.
>> 直觉是你的导师
Happy family happiness, the same while unhappy family is unhappy in its own way.
幸福的家庭是幸福的，同样不幸福的家庭也是不幸福的。
>> 直觉是你的导师
Your happiness is like writing on the surface of the water, and the pain is like on granite.
你的幸福就像在水面上写字，痛苦就像在花岗岩上写字。
>> 直觉是你的导师
Your faith is with us like a presage of love and affection, a haven of prolific happiness together.
>> 1900 Movie Script
You will attain wealth and happiness.
你将获得财富和幸福。
>> 新少林寺 Shaolin (2011)Movie Script
Would it not have been better to have not come and gone... To be free from happiness and sadness?
>> 新少林寺 Shaolin (2011)Movie Script
Lorena would either live or die, and Clara felt it might be die. Lorena’s only tie to life was Betsey. She didn’t care for sweets or men or horses; her only experience with happiness had been Gus. The handsome young cowboy who sent her countless looks of love meant nothing to her. Pleasure had no hold on Lorena—she had known little of it, and Clara didn’t count on its drawing her back to life. The young cowboy would be doomed to find his love blocked by Gus in death even as it had been in life. Betsey had a better chance of saving Lorena than Dish. Betsey worried about her constantly and tried to get her mother to do something.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
“Yes, me,” Call said. “Why not me?” “I take it back, Woodrow,” Augustus said. “I have no doubt you’ll miss me. You’ll probably die of boredom this winter and I’ll never get to Clara’s orchard.” “Why do you call it that?” “We had picnics there,” Augustus said. “I took to calling it that. It pleased Clara. I could please her oftener in those days.” “Well, but is that any reason to go so far to be buried?” Call said. “She’d allow you a grave in Nebraska, I’m sure.” “Yes, but we had our happiness in Texas,” Augustus said. “It was my best happiness, too. If you’re too lazy to take me to Texas, then just throw me out the window and be done with it.” He spoke with vehemence. “She’s got her family in Nebraska,” Augustus added, more quietly. “I don’t want to lie there with that dumb horse trader she married.” “This would make a story if there was anybody to tell it,” Call said. “You want me to carry your body three thousand miles because you used to go picnicking with a girl on the Guadalupe River?” “That, plus I want to see if you can do it,” Augustus said.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
She had often been happy during it, but not because of anything Bob did. She had had more happiness from horses than from her husband, though he had been a decent husband, better than most women had, from what she could judge.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
“That proves you’re a deceiving man, if you think that,” she said. “You’ve had a long ride for nothing, I guess.” “Why, no,” he said. “It’s happiness to see you.” Clara felt a sudden irritation. “Do you think you can have us both?” she said. “My husband isn’t dead. I haven’t seen you in sixteen years. I’ve mostly raised children and horses during those years. Three of the children died, and plenty of the horses. It took all the romance out of me, if romance is what you were hoping for. I read about it in my magazines but I left it behind for myself when I left Austin.” “Don’t you regret it?” Augustus asked.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
“Upstairs, sick,” Clara said. “A horse kicked him in the head. It’s a bad wound.” For a second, remembering the silent man upstairs, she thought how unfair life was. Bob was slipping away, and yet that knowledge couldn’t quell her happiness at the sight of Gus and his friends. It was a lovely summer day, too—a fine day for a social occasion.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
When Clara kissed him, Lorena looked down, nothing but despair in her heart. There the woman was, Gus loved her, and she herself was lost. She should have stayed in the tent and not come to see it—yet she had wanted to come. Now that she had, she would have given anything to be somewhere else, but of course it was too late. When she looked up again she saw that Clara had stepped back a bit and was looking at Gus, her face shining with happiness. She had thin arms and large hands, Lorena noticed. Two men were walking up from the lots, having seen the crowd.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
“I think it’s time you took a look at him,” she said. “He’s your boy. He might come to like you, in which case he’ll bring you more happiness than that woman ever will. He needs you a sight more than she does, too.” July felt scared he would do something wrong with the baby. He also was a little scared of Clara.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
Cholo was not much like an English gentleman, but it was his gentleness and skill with horses, in contrast to Bob’s incompetence, that made her want badly to encourage him to stay with them. He talked little, which would be a problem if she put him in a story—the people in the stories she read seemed to talk a great deal. He had been stolen as a child by Comanches and had gradually worked his way north, traded from one tribe to another, until he had escaped one day during a battle. Though he was an old man and had lived among Indians and whites his whole life, he still preferred to speak Spanish. Clara knew a little from her girlhood in Texas, and tried to speak it with him. At the sound of the Spanish words his wrinkled face would light up with happiness. Clara persuaded him to teach her girls. Cholo couldn’t read, but he was a good teacher anyway—he loved the girls and would take them on rides, pointing at things and giving them their Spanish names.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
“It weren’t that simple,” Augustus said, looking at the creek and the little grove of trees and remembering all the happiness he had had there. He turned old Malaria and they rode on toward Austin, though the memory of Clara was as fresh in his mind as if it were her, not Woodrow Call, who rode beside him. She had had her vanities, mainly clothes. He used to tease her by saying he had never seen her in the same dress twice, but Clara just laughed. When his second wife died and he was free to propose, he did one day, on a picnic to the place they called her orchard, and she refused instantly, without losing a trace of her merriment.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
“Well, Clara,” he said, feeling very lame, “I think you are a fool but I wish you happiness. I guess I’ll see you from time to time.” “You won’t if I can help it, Gus,” she said. “You leave me be for the next ten years or so. Then come and visit.” “Why ten years?” he asked, puzzled.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
Looking at Dish, so tight with his need for Lorena, whom he would probably never have, Augustus remembered his own love for Clara Allen—it had pained him and pleased him at once. As a young woman Clara had such grace that just looking at her could choke a man; then, she was always laughing, though her life had not been the easiest. Despite her cheerful eyes, Clara was prone to sudden angers, and sadnesses so deep that nothing he could say or do would prompt her to answer him, or even to look at him. When she left to marry her horse trader, he felt that he had missed the great opportunity of his life; for all their fun together he had not quite been able to touch her, either in her happiness or her sadness. It wasn’t because of his wife, either—it was because Clara had chosen the angle of their relation. She loved him in certain ways, wanted him for certain purposes, and all his straining, his tricks, his looks and his experience could not induce her to alter the angle.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇