Quotes About Happy

There is something fascinatingly awkward about an author photo. I'm drawn to those glossy shots in the back of books, mostly because the subjects never look happy to be there.

The pack was better with Anna in it, in ways far more subtle than he or his da had expected. They had hoped for calm—they had not expected happy.

Cradled in this community whose currency was relational ethics, my stock in myself soared. My value depended on the glorious intangibility, the eloquence invisibility, of my just being part of the collective—and in direct response I grew spacious and happy and gentle.

triggering happy memories of past positive moods and getting your conversation partner to identify those happy positive memories with your conversation, you pave the way for them identifying you with positive elements of their lives.

Didn't it deserve to be happy? Didn't everything deserve its proper place?

He's gentle, which people see as weak. And he's happy, which people see as stupid.

I had a really happy childhood - my siblings were great, my mother was very fanciful, and I loved to read. But there was always financial strife.

The vague qualifiers in those examples are chaff, a habit of conversation—um, ah, ahem! They add nothing. Happy, for example, is a strong, clear word, but if it's not enough, overjoyed, thrilled, or ecstatic has a precision that "very happy" lacks.

I loved the deep smell of the horses and the track itself and the noises of the happy crowd taking its luck as it came.

He was self-assured without being cocky, friendly but not pushy, independent but in no way precocious. He was also exceptionally selfreliant, perfectly happy with his own company, and like all only children, very much at ease with adults. At five

It is our willThat thus enchains us to permitted ill—We might be otherwise—we might be allWe dream of happy, high majestical.Where is the love, beauty and truth we seek,But in our mind?

our job as citizens, apparently, is the pursuit of happiness. Something I always have to gird myself for. I'd much rather just be happy, or not.

But every river story they had ever read was just beneath the surface of their imaginations and must have fired them with extra energy and braced them, too, because at least half of those stories did not have happy endings.