Novel & Cerita Faking To Be Happy Quotes

I offered her a smile and hoped the ingenuity of the smile wasn't obvious. She mirrored my smile before turning back to Aaron. "You think this is going to work?" she whispered. "I just hope it does," he replied in a similar tone. Kathy turned to me and I pretended as though I hadn't heard them. We continued to walk through the park and I soon got tired and bored of it all, there were other people around us. Families, couples, kids, friends, and they all had wide smiles plastered on their faces. I began to feel disgusted with all of them. Why were people so fake? How could people so easily pretend like they had no issues and everything was okay? What was there to laugh about? Why was I the on

, I asked, my gaze shifting between Norah and Evelyn but they had their eyes glued onto obviously waiting for me to say something. Sighs …. guess I would have to come up with something probably a lie that is convincing enough. "Well, let's just say I'm happy", I shrugged. "Happy?? Just that?", Evelyn asked, still not convinced. Geez…. I have no idea convincing them will be this hard. " Yeah, I'm happy. I mean my business is going smoothly coupled with the fact that I'm surrounded with amazing souls like you guys", I explained, hoping my words were convincing enough.

Seeing that he wasn't angry, I continued to eat. After a while, out of the blue, Quentin asked me, "For you, what is happiness?" I paused while eating, looking at Quentin. Why ask such abstract questions? "Happiness, happiness is..." I tilted my head, "Making money?" Quentin: "..." I laughed foolishly. I felt that my answer was perfect, even wanting to applaud myself, "Yes, happiness is making money!" Quentin patted his pocket, "Do you need money?" I didn't answer. I had never thought of asking Quentin for money.

I would say my feeling right now is just assurance and relief, not happiness. Now, I realize Chelsea and Antonio were right. I am not happy, I am just pretending to be happy. I keep emphasizing to myself that I am happy and the idea has gotten stuck in my head and every part of my system, I am making myself believe that I truly am happy whereas I am not. This feeling right now isn't happiness, is it? No, it isn't. Happiness is more intense. "Hello", Antonio waves his hands in the air when he notices the far away look on my face. "Aren't you happy?" He is still smiling as he asks me when I turn slowly to him.

Hopefully, I will find my happiness in another way. I can't cry, and I have to keep smiling. I will show all these people the correct path I choose, and they will all be satisfied even though I was devastated. Gosh, I can't be selfish. Yes, don't be selfish. I can only smile bitterly at this fact. In fact, it's more bitter than just bitter melon juice. Or the bitterest medicine you have ever taken.

He said and I found myself smiling. “You should be happy then.” He flashed a fake smile. “Can't you see how happy I am?” He replied sarcastically, making me laugh. Rain was an effortless comedian and I would choose to be with him a million times over Lucas whom I had to bend my back over just to get his approval

I wished he felt the same way I did too but I knew I was deceiving myself to think so. The crowd cheered and many people wore beautiful smiles as though they were watching something that made them think of love but I knew the majority of them were faking it. I don't know what it was with many of them, I wouldn't just call them rich people but yeah, rich people. Their expressions are mostly vague. If they smile at me, I'm sure they see something that they don't like as well. They tend to notice every single move and wrong like they don't know how to be genuinely happy for others.

“Your comfort is of the utmost importance.” Flustered, I shook my head rapidly. “No, n-no, it wasn’t that. I just… Don’t you have any f-freedom? How w-will you ever take a break?” He smiled. “I’m long passed that, Mrs Cartelli. I am far older than I appear.” “Far older?” I frowned. “Yes, closing in on fifty.” My lips pressed together. “But wouldn’t you like the opportunity to… to find a partner o-or go out with friends or a-anything else?”

I look at myself in the mirror and say to myself, " You can do it .Just fake it till you make it , just until it's true. It's gonna be okay. It's gonna be alright." I open the door with the hopes of having fun and I can't wait to see what turn this night takes.

I can’t find the right words as I have a sort of mental breakdown. “They’re pretty fucking rich, huh? It’s overwhelming, but don’t let it get to you. These people hide behind the luscious garden and fancy fountains. We’re different, but at the end of the day, we’re all pretty fucked up one way or another. There’s a reason the quote ‘fake it ‘til you make it’ became so popular, and it’s not just because of our demographic. Even they have to fake it, too. So don’t sweat it, girly. Chin up, take some shots, and flaunt that ass your mama gave you.” Wise words by Naya Jones, everybody.