Quotes About Happiness

What if I could be happy with Will? Really happy. Not settling. What if I have waited my whole life to find this person who fits me like the missing piece of my puzzle? What if my entire life has led to this point, not to teach me a lesson about appreciating what I have, but to help me let it all go?

tenía los Seis Síntomas Mortales de un Hombre Enamorado: 1. Incapacidad para pensar derecho. 2. Una alarmante propensión a sonreír en los momentos más extraños. 3. Pensamiento constante en el objeto de su deseo. 4. Absolutamente ningún interés en otros miembros del sexo opuesto. 5. Una sorprendente buena voluntad hacia el mundo en general. 6. Excitación sexual perpetúa.

And I did," Alex said. "I let her go. Because I did love her, and I did want her to be happy." Hart, Megan (2015-03-01). Vanilla (Kindle Location 4400). MIRA. Kindle Edition.

Peace, hands and mouth smeared with chocolate pudding, blinks and says nothing. Happy frowns. Bliss, firmly ensconced on Liesel's hip, babbles something so cute and precious it would be nice to take a second to appreciate it, but Liesel is caught between her genuine and somewhat frightening fury and her shame at realizing that she's turned into everything she swore she'd never be.

I didn't emerge from the cocoon of my past to become an uninhibited, emotionally healthy butterfly. Nothing is ever that easy. Sometimes grief is a comfort we grant ourselves because it's less terrifying than trying for joy. Nobody wants to admit it. We'd all declare we want to be happy, if we could. So why, then, is pain the one thing we most often hold on to? Why are slights and griefs the memories on which we choose to dwell? Is it because joy doesn't last but grief does?

When you love someone," Heath said, "you want them to be happy more than you want it for yourself. You don't care about the price.

I want to tell you that you'll know love when it hits you, and it will all be great and you'll find that one person who makes your heart sing, the end, happily ever after. I want to do that for you, I really do. But I'm just not that person. I'm sorry.

Sometimes grief is a comfort we grant ourselves because it's less terrifying than trying for joy. Nobody wants to admit it. We'd all declare we want to be happy, if we could. So why, then, is pain the one thing we most often hold on to? Why are slights and griefs the memories on which we choose to dwell? Is it because joy doesn't last but grief does?

I turned only halfway, gave him half my attention. Half of myself. "Are you ever going to be happy again?

Some of us have already found all we ever want.

So everything we believe about happiness is wrong," I said. He nodded. Everything?" I asked, when what I meant was, Everything? Including you? Including me? And Marcus, being Marcus, knew what I really wanted to know, and answered my silent, more significant question. He held up his hand to shield the rays and looked me in the eyes. Almost.

Most happy stories are fantasies that never happened. A form of wish fulfillment. (...) Telling happy stories that actually happened lends a sort of fairy-tale quality to real life. They remind the teller and the listener of the magic that can be found in the mundane if you pay close attention.

I took comfort in doing without because I knew it was all for the greater good. We all made great sacrifices, none more so than those boys who lost their lives. Tragedy was part of our daily routine. But through it all, I never understood the point of being sad when I could choose to be happy.

Work *is* depressing, if you don't love what you do" -Drea

And for the first time all summer, The Mall was exactly where I wanted to be.

I never understood the point if being sad when I could choose to be happy.

For the first time in my life, I wasn't thinking about what would happen in the seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, and years to come. I was right there in the moment, my world finally, albeit briefly, complete. And I was happy. Deliriously, deliciously happy.

I look up at his eyes brightening through the tears. I haven't seen them shine like that in over a year.

moving, like chocolate and sunshine, stirs up many of the same chemicals you ostensibly produce when you're in love.

Happiest is he who expects no happiness from others. Love delights and glorifies in giving, not receiving. So learn to love and give, and not to expect anything from others.

Live more and more in the Present, which is ever beautiful and stretches away beyond the limits of the past and the future.

Don't worry Be Happy !!!

A beautiful smile without any reason is the smile of the existence!

A child can be very happy with very simple things; adult must do the same!