Quotes About Joy

Nothing is nicer than diving with your eyes open. Diving down as far as the shimmering legs of your mother and father who have just come back from swimming and now are wading to shore through the shallow water. Nothing more fun than to tickle them and to hear, muffled by the water, how they shriek because they know it will make their child happy.

Susannah continued. "If and when I go off slow dancing in the ever after, I don't want to look like I've been stuck in a hospital room my whole life. I at least want to be tan.

Happiness is a Slurpee and a hot pink straw.

For a minute there it was really good. It was really, really good. Wasn't it good? Maybe really, really good things aren't meant to last for too long; maybe that's what makes them all the more sweet, the temporariness of them.

Aching familiar in a way that made me wish I was still eight. Eight was before death or divorce or heartbreak. Eight was just eight. Hot dogs and peanut butter, mosquito bites and splinters, bikes and boogie boards. Tangled hair, sunburned shoulders, Judy Blume, in bed by nine thirty.

For me, it was almost like winter didn't count. Summer was what mattered. My whole life was measured in summers. Like I don't really begin living until June, until I'm at that beach, in that house

Looking on the bright side of life never killed anybody.

I just want it to be fun and light the way it always is with us. I want him to at leas still be my friend. Especially now that we're at the end.

He smells like pool, and summer, and vacations. It's not like in the movies. It's better, because it's real.

Peter's gone away on his training weekend. It's only been one day and I'm already longing for him the way I long for Christmas in July. Peter is my cocoa in a cup, my red mittens, my Christmas morning feeling. He

This is our start. This is the moment it becomes real. We are married. We are infinite.

We all look so young. John with his rosy cheeks, Trevor with his chubby ones, Peter with his skinny legs. Underneath the picture I wrote, THE BEGINNING. "Aww," he says tenderly. "Baby Lara Jean and Baby Peter. Where'd you find this?" "In a shoe box." He flicks John's smiling face. "Punk." "Peter!" "Just kidding," he says.

But the little things are what make up life.

She beams at me. "See? There's a lot to be excited about. And don't forget the Cheese Shop." The

The clouds in his face clear away instantly, and he is sunny and bright again.

Everything good, everything magical happens between the months of June and August. Winters are simply a time to count the weeks until the next summer.

Look who's here. My adoring girlfriend.

I loved this drive, this moment.

But I didn't regret it. I never regretted it, not for one second. How do you regret one of the best nights of your entire life? You don't. You remember every word, every look. Even when it hurts, you still remember.

Maybe really, really good things aren't meant to last for long; maybe that's what makes them all the more sweet, the temporariness of them.

The first crickets of summer are chirping. This is the soundtrack of my summer and every summer.

Her eyes never stop shining. It makes me wish I was little again and everything could be solved with a Christmas Day puppy. I

I felt like I had won the lottery from that one smile.

My chest feels warm and glowy, and I can feel myself start to smile.