Faking To Be Happy Quotes Novels & Stories

Her fingers traced the glittering necklace resting on her collarbone like it held all the confidence in the world. “Honestly, who wouldn’t be happy?” she said, her voice sugar-coated and sharp at the same time. “I’ve got a man who would move mountains just to make me smile. He spoils me rotten. As for you... I don’t need to fake anything. Whatever little stunt you pulled earlier? Smoke and mirrors. You're broke, and everyone knows it. Real happiness doesn’t need a loudspeaker.” I let out a quiet laugh, not because she was funny—far from it—but because the desperation beneath her words was almost sad.

" I asked in a tone of disbelief before I burst into laughter and laughed my heart out. Right now, I am completely laughing to hide to pain but she doesn't know it. * Fake it until you make it* that is my motto when it comes to these kind of situations, making people believe the opposite of what is true, what everybody know it is true. I never thought I will have to do this to my best friend but I have to, I have to protect her. Even if it is to hurt her right this moment.

"You know we can make you happier than those jerks. " I rolled my eyes and smiled at him fakely. "Okay, First they have a good heart, they're kind and they're not an asshole like the three of you. Second, they make us happier than you all do. And third, stop calling them jerks. Call yourself that because that name's suits you! "

He also noticed it but ignored it on purpose. Ria, you're my girl. And as much as I hate seeing you long for another man, I'm afraid your happiness comes first after all. If the quote 'Kindness shouldn't become a shackle to imprison you, don't let a moment of softheartedness cost you a lifetime of happiness.', then I'm willing to give up all my happiness for the sake of your smile. I want to see you smile genuinely. "How are you? How are you holding up?" Caspian asked and sat beside her, he gently slid his hand around her waist as she leaned unto his firm chest.

"A golden bee stung you and made you kind." "Or a magical weasel exchanged your frozen heart with that of Santa." Scarlett said, without any trace of a smile on her face. He chuckled. "Nothing like that. I simply realised that being happy is the best thing I could do as an ill-mannered narcissist." Madam Turi shrugged her shoulders as she considered it. "That's somewhat reasonable." "I'm really so happy to see all of you." He admitted. "You'll never actually know the importance of people until they're gone."

I says acting like I'm worried, but I'm not. He chuckled. "I thought you're angry, I wouldn't want you to get angry. I will always make you happy, I promise." My mind went blank, that promise again. The promise I once thought was true, but rather a lie. How could he promise me such word? Happiness? Fuck you. "Really? That's too sweet of you your highness," I says hiding the bitterness of my tone. Let's see how you're going to play your highness, let me play with you until you lose everything.

She cast an eye over me and smiled kindly. "Rough morning?" "Rough life." "Well," she set down her bags. “Let’s get you looking like you’re winning anyway. We just fake it till everyone is convinced.” "What if I don't believe it?" Her smile turned sad. "Then you pretend it’s that too, baby. You fake that too." *** THREE HOURS LATER I didn’t look like myself in the mirror.

"Now we dance." "I don't know how to dance." "Then I'll teach you." As Christian led me onto the dance floor, I realized something. Maybe pretending to be happy was the first step to actually being happy. Maybe acting like we were together was the first step to actually being together. Maybe sometimes you had to fake it until you made it. Even if you weren't sure what "it" was. Even if you weren't sure you wanted "it." Even if you weren't sure "it" would work.

He was talking to the guy on his left, laughing at something, and the laugh was loud and easy and completely unbothered, the laugh of someone who had never spent a single second worried about whether people found him likable. They did. Effortlessly. Constantly. It was, in Ava's opinion, deeply irritating. She looked away before he saw her looking. Sofia noticed. Sofia always noticed. "Don't," Ava said. "I didn't say anything." "You were about to." "I was about to say that you did the face." "I don't have a face." "The one where you look at something you don't like and then look away very carefully so nobody thinks you were looking at it in the first place."

I said, and pushed myself to my feet, trying to be optimistic. “Fake it till you make it. We’re going to fake being happy, Emily.” I said to myself, and smiled in front of the mirror. I stomped to my bathroom, and brushed my teeth, humming a bubbly song to myself. Then I took a shower, singing and using my soap as a mic. My heart felt lighter, and it felt like the remedy for a depressed heart was acting happy. Although, I knew that couldn’t always be the case. I picked out a cream suit. It came with a skirt, but I didn’t mind. Lady Genevieve wasn’t there to tell me to change into pants. She was in her mansion doing whatever she always did.