Optimist นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I am apparently a woman who attracts hope. "You've been carrying that?" I ask. "Since month three," he says. "I am an optimist." I laugh. Warm and real and it fills the elevator and he grins, proper and unguarded, and I grab his face and pull him down and kiss that grin off his mouth. Arc 26: The Blackout continues in Chapter 76...

"You're always optimistic." "Thinking about bad things only makes you look older." Zayn laughed for a moment, then spoke again. "My friend told me that Mr. Wendell did go to that place." Oriaga smiled with satisfaction. "Really? So, he accepted the offer I made?" "It's like I said before that you're always optimistic." "Alright, I have to have some fun." Oriaga acted like a child while spinning in his chair, making Zayn look down with laughter. Only he could see Oriaga's childish behavior all the time.

“Miracles don’t happen to me.” My heart sank, deep into the ocean of fear. Nowadays, he has become pessimistic, speaking like a sad drunk poet. I couldn’t blame him; with what had happened with his father and mother’s deaths, that’s enough to change anyone. “Let’s not be optimistic. Let’s look for a silver lining.” I refused to give up. I was still clinging to the little hope that wasn’t there. The thought of that man walking free sickened my stomach, and it brewed a nausea.

“I told you that this little arrangement won’t work. Why don’t we just leave things the way that they were before, Oscar? I feel that we are headed for the doom. Why do you always like to complicate life?” “Fucking shut up, Danna. I have never been so sure in my life that we are headed in the right direction. All that you have to do is be patient and show a little commitment. Being optimistic wouldn’t hurt even for a little. Start to embrace the idea that you are never going to leave my side, over my dead body” “Why are you being a pain in my ass?” Tears rolled down her face. She had reached a dead end.

Why is he and not me? We are born, we grow up and we die. That's the natural order of things. But there is also a second fact that I faithfully believe in. We can always change the way things end. We can always find a solution to a serious problem, turning it into nothing more than a slight headache. Skeptics call this fact Optimism, scientists call it Chaos Theory, and I call it luck.

hе admittеd, his fеar palpablе. Janе, еvеr thе optimist, sought to rеassurе Noah. "No onе will go to jail, I promisе," shе affirmеd. Yеt, I couldn't shakе thе wеight of thе impеnding thrеat. "That is only if wе do it my way," I intеrjеctеd, attеmpting to stееr thе coursе of action. Janе, rеsolutе in hеr dеcision, affirmеd, "Wе arе doing it your way, nothing is changing."

“Yes, you do. You and Josh both. You always say you want to ‘protect’ me like I’m not a grown woman who’s perfectly capable of handling herself. Just because I see the good in people doesn’t mean I’m an idiot. I think optimism is a good trait, and I feel sorry for people who go through life believing the worst of others.” “That’s because they’ve seen the worst.” “People see what they want to see,” I countered. “Are there awful people in the world? Yes. Do awful things happen? Yes. But wonderful people exist and wonderful things happen too, and if you focus too much on the negative, you miss all the positive.” Utter silence, made all the more awkward by the fact that I was still straddling Al

"I think people forge their own paths. Nothing is set in stone Alexander. Things change based on the decisions we make. There's no right place at the right time. There's just opportunity and taking it when it's there." "Who hurt you?" I frowned at her tendencies to get so dark so fast. "It's alright to be optimistic." "It's reasonable to be realistic." "It's normal to hope for something positive." I pushed giving her a hard look but the woman is clearly stubborn. "It's foolish to dream of nonsense." She rolled her pretty blue eyes.

"I know. But first we need to rest and recover and figure out what they are really planning." "They are planning to break us." "Then we do not break. We survive this and we get stronger and when they think they have won we destroy everything they built." He looked at me and something in his expression softened. "When did you become the optimistic one." "About five minutes ago when I realized that giving up means they win and I am not letting them win." I lay down next to him on the narrow bed and he put his good arm around me and pulled me close. The bond hummed contentedly at the contact and I felt some of our shared pain easing as we held each other.

My stares run down to his attire, and I almost throw a horrendous laugh when I read the word printed on his black t-shirt. Don't stop believing. Just rest for a minute then, continue living. I turned my head to my side to release a soundless and unhappy laugh. I guess, he's really an optimistic person, huh? Well, it's not surprising tho. His aura screams positive and playful vibes. Maybe the people around him perceives him as that. But, that's not applicable for me. I'm the only exception to those people. 'Cause I'm Sea Ivory McCain. The living proof of the word negative. Although I don't want to be pessimistic, it seems that my view automatically becomes like