Quotes About Happiness

She gave her a reason to write her own words, to see that words had also brought her to life. Don't punish yourself, she heard her say again, but there would be punishment and pain, and there would be happiness, too. That was writing.

As it turned out, Ilsa Hermann not only gave Liesel Meminger a book that day. She also gave her a reason to spend time in the basement, her favorite place, first with Papa, then Max. She gave her a reason to write her own words, to see that words had also brought her to life. Don't punish yourself, she heard her say again, but there would be punishment and pain, and there would be happiness, too. That was writing.

Lua and Marie are holding hands. They look like they're so happy, just inside this moment, watching the kids and the lights on their old fibro house. Lua kisses her. Just softly on the lips. And she kisses back. Sometimes people are beautiful. Not in looks. Not in what they say. Just in what they are.

Like most misery, it started out with apparent happiness. - The Book Thief

Quite frankly, so am I, because what I'm about to tell you is a fact. In this country, there is only one thing that can draw a crown without any shadow of a doubt. The answer? Beer. Free beer.

But when they laugh, you can see the world in their eyes.

There was guilt for enjoying anything. Especially the joy of forgetting.

Those kids, they would've loved this place, they would've walked and skipped and danced here, all legs and sunny hair. They'd have cartwheeled the lawn, shouting, And don't go lookin' at our knickers, right?

But for now, happiness throws stones. It guards itself. I wait.

The Keys To Happiness 1.Finishing the Grave Digger's Handbook. 2.Escaping the ire of Santa Maria. 3.Recieving two books for Christmas.

Bold and bright, a trilogy of happiness would continue for a summer's duration and into autumn. It would then be brought abruptly to an end, for the brightness had shown suffering the way. Hard times were coming. Like a parade.

Anhelaba volver a la inconsciencia de entonces, a sentir tanto amor sin saberlo y a confundirlo con las risas y el pan untado con poco más que el aroma de la mermelada. Fue la mejor época de su vida. Aunque quedaría sembrada de bombas

Može li netko ukrasti sre?u? Ili je i to još jedan unutarnji, pakleni ljudski trik?

Može li netko ukrasti sre?u? Ili je i to još jedan unutarnji, paklenski ljudski trik?

Keep going. You're a mess and you're happy.

As she rode, she tried to tell herself something. / You don't deserve to be this happy, Liesl. You really don't. / Can a person steal happiness? Or is it just another internal, infernal human trick?

It was the best time of her life. But it was bombing carpet. Make no mistake. Bold and bright, a trilogy of happiness would continue for summer's duration and into autumn. It would then be brought abruptly to an end, for the brightness had shown suffering the way.

Don't punish yourself," she heard her say again, but there would be punishment and pain, and there would be happiness, too. That was writing.

Se puede robar la felicidad? ¿O es sólo otro infernal truco humano?

La alegría le mostraría el camino al sufrimiento.

A few of them performed the beautiful childhood art of snickering.

Sitting in the water, she imagined the smell of it, mapped out on her papa's clothes. More than anything, it was the smell of friendship, and she could find it on herself, too. Liesel loved that smell. She would sniff her arm and smile as the water cooled around her.

In tutta sincerità, mi sforzo di prendere la faccenda allegramente, anche se, a dispetto delle mie proteste, la maggior parte delle persone trova difficile credermi. Per favore, fidati di me. Posso davvero essere allegra. Posso essere amabile. Affettuosa. Affabile. E queste sono solo le parole che cominciano per A. Non chiedermi però di essere bella: essere bella non è da me.

As the kids dance around the front yard under the night sky and the lights, I see something. Lua and Marie are holding hands. They look like they're so happy, just inside this moment, watching the kids and the lights on their old fibro house. Lua kisses her. Just softly on the lips. And she kisses back. Sometimes people are beautiful. Not in looks. Not in what they say. Just in what they are.