That's what was wrong with drinking too much. You became immune to drunken delights. There was no solace in liquor. Before you got happy, you collapsed.
That's what was wrong with drinking too much. You became immune to drunken delights. There was no solace in liquor. Before you got happy, you collapsed.
And there comes a time in your life when you realize that if you don't take the opportunity to be happy, you may never get another chance again.
I secretly wondered if Dimitri's problem might be that he was jealous. He hadn't pulled Lissa aside to yell at her. The thought made me slightly happy, but then I remembered my earlier curiosity about why Dimitri had even wandered by.
Well. Like I said, I dont want to fight anymore. I dont want us to hate each other. And ... well ... I squeezed my eyes shut and then opened them. No matter how I fee about us ... I want you to be happy
But I couldn't help myself, couldn't help the way I felt as I recalled the bliss and rush of a vampire's bite.
Happy the Dragon was not so happy.
Happiness consists in getting enough sleep. Just that, nothing more.
Being sorry won't get you into heaven. Get happy, son. Get that old spring into your step and stay on your toes.
The first ghost to leave the world of the dead was Roger. He took a step forward, and turned to look back at Lyra, and laughed in surprise as he found himself turning into the night, the starlight, the air. . .and then he was gone, leaving behind such a vivid little burst of happiness.
Look, I'm going to find a way to be happy, and I'd really love to be happy with you, but if I can't be happy with you, then I'll find a way to be happy without you.
Remember, Montag, we're the happiness boys. We stand against the small tide of those who want to make everyone unhappy with conflicting theory and thought.
The important thing for you to remember, Montag, is we're the Happiness Boys, the Dixie Duo, you and I and the others. We stand against the small tide of those who want to make everyone unhappy with conflicting theory and thought. We have our fingers in the dike. Hold steady. Don't let the torrent of melancholy and drear philosophy drown our world. We depend on you. I don't think you realize how important you are, we are, to our happy world as it stands now.
Happiness is German engineering, Italian cooking, and Belgian chocolate.
Moonlight streamed in, sending loving beams over his face. He closed his eyes and basked in it, and I could tell it was calling to him, even though the moon was not full. She didn't speak to me, but Samuel had once described her song to me in the words of a poet. The expression of bliss on his face while he listened to her music made him beautiful.
Because of that she had never had enough energy to be herself, a person who, like everyone else in the world, needed other people in order to be happy. But other people were so difficult. They reacted in unpredictable ways, they surrounded themselves with defensive walls, they behaved just as she did, pretending they didn't care about anything. When someone more open to life appeared, they either rejected them outright or made them suffer, consigning them to being inferior, ingenuous.
Tristan and Yvaine were happy together. Not forever-after, for Time, the thief, eventually takes all things into his dusty storehouse, but they were happy, as these things go, for a long while
Sometimes. Mostly, no. It's like the people who believe they'll be happy if they go and live somewhere else, but who learn it doesn't work that way. Wherever you go, you take yourself with you. If you see what I mean.
I think my dad was happy. I phrase it like this because he seldom showed much emotion. Hugs and kisses wwere a rarity for me growing up, and when they did happen, they often struck me as lifeless, something he did because he felt he was supposed to, not because he wanted to.
The key to happiness was achievable dreams.
If you like her, if she makes you happy, and if you feel like you know her---then don't let her go.
People want pretty much the same things: They wanted to be happy. Most young people seemed to think that those things lay somewhere in the future, while most older people believed they lay in the past.
Youth offers the promise of happiness, but life offers the realities of grief.
Any man can be happy with any woman, so long as he doesn't love her.
I have never searched for happiness. Who wants happiness? I have searched for pleasure.
I donÆt know why it is that I have always been happier thinking of somewhere I have been or wanted to go, than where I am at the time. I find it difficult to be happy in the present.
Call no man happy, said Shadow, until he is dead
And therein lies the whole of man's plight. Human time does not turn in a circle; it runs ahead in a straight line. That is why man cannot be happy: happiness is the longing for repetition.
How did the senator know that children meant happiness? Could he see into their souls? What if the moment they were out of sight, three of them jumped the fourth and began beating him up?
I felt emotions of gentleness and pleasure, that had long appeared dead, revive within me. Half surprised by the novelty of these sensations, I allowed myself to be borne away by them, and forgetting my solitude and deformity, dared to be happy. Soft tears again bedewed my cheeks, and I even raised my humid eyes with thankfulness towards the blessed sun, which bestowed such joy upon me.
I was benevolent and good; misery made me a fiend. Make me happy, and I shall again be virtuous.
When happy, inanimate nature had the power of bestowing on me the most delightful sensations.
Choose to be happy. It is what we have all done.
Can a person steal happiness? Or is just another internal, infernal human trick?
Don't make me happy. Please, don't fill meup and let me think that something good can come of any of this. Look at my bruises. Look at this graze. Do you see this graze inside me? Do you see it before your very eyes, eroding me? I don't want to hope for anything more.
Like most misery, it started with apparent happiness.
We thought we had such problems. How were we to know we were happy?
I like dogs. You always know what a dog is thinking. It has four moods. Happy, sad, cross and concentrating. Also, dogs are faithful and they do not tell lies because they cannot talk.
My wolf was a cute guy and he was holding my hand. I could die happy.
Happy as a clam, is what my mother says for happy. I am happy as a clam: hard-shelled, firmly closed.
These things sneak up on him for no reason, these flashes of irrational happiness. It's probably a vitamin deficiency.
Right Jo better be happy old maids than unhappy wives or unmaidenly girls running about to find husbands.
Well, I am happy, and I won't fret, but it does seem as if the more one gets the more one wants…
If I didn't get fond I could be happy all the time.
If you aren't unhappy sometimes you don't know how to be happy.
But, like all happiness, it did not last long…
You can't be happy unless you're unhappy sometimes".
You know you can't be happy unless you're unhappy sometimes, right.
You see, nothing matters except pleasure - which is the opposite of happiness, its tragic part, I expect.
He soon felt that the fulfillment of his desires gave him only one grain of the mountain of happiness he had expected. This fulfillment showed him the eternal error men make in imagining that their happiness depends on the realization of their desires.
He soon felt that the realization of his desire had given him only a grain of the mountain of happiness he had expected. It showed him the eternal error people make in imagining that happiness is the realization of desires.
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