Faking To Be Happy Quotes Novels & Stories

He uttered sadly. Is he really feeling sad? "I'll call you as soon as I get free." I don't know why but I don't want to make him feel sad. He laughed. "You're so extra sweet. I was just kidding. It's more than enough for me that you're talking to me and you've accepted my friendship proposal. The most important thing is you're making me feel happy from the deep inside after a long time. You're doing a lot for me, really." I smiled delightfully after listening to his kind words.

he stopped for a second and wiped the tears in his eyes " I love you, but I can't do anything to fight for you....I...i..." he took a deep breath before speaking " I'm stupid right?" He said and faked his laugh " Stupid because I never showed my love for you, never believed in you and never trusted you," he said I slowly pretended to wake up, he immediately stood up and turned around facing the door " hey, why are you still awake?" I asked him as I fake my yawn " I'm... thirsty," he said as he scratched his head

Arabella spoke up when she saw Farrah’s facial expression had changed. Realizing Farrah’s words, she was right. She needed to be happy and bring back her old self, happy, carefree and knew how to appreciate simple things in life. “Hmmm… I am fine. Don’t worry about me.” Farrah put up a fake smile for her friend not to worry about her. “Come on. It’s been a while. Don’t underestimate a pregnant woman’s instinct.” Arabella said jokingly just to lighten up Farrah’s mood. In her mind, she already had a hint.

It took me a couple of seconds before I could speak again, so I just smiled and nodded in response. Truth be told, I wasn't okay. Today had been a rollercoaster of emotions that left my heart weary and my mind spinning. But I couldn't find the words to articulate the chaos brewing within me. So I chose the easiest path: to feign happiness. "You're like my lucky charm and my happy pill too," I couldn't help but gush. He chuckled softly, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "And you're the sunshine in my darkest days," he replied, his voice filled with warmth and sincerity.

I tried to blink away my sadness and gave him a tight, bright smile. "Hey!" But James could see right through my fake happiness. Immediately, he took the seat next to me with a frown on his face. "What's wrong?" he asked." "Nothing's wrong," I answered quickly. Obviously, he didn't believe me because he just sat there, staring at me silently, waiting for me to explain myself. "I'm just getting a little emotional about my birthday this weekend," I lied with a shrug. "I'm just realizing that I'm getting older."

he motivated her. “Patricia, I can’t feel your pain, but I understand it’s difficult to forget. But, all you have to do is take your mind off their existences, “Happiness is a choice, not a result. Nothing will make you happy until you choose to be happy. No person can make you happy unless you decide to be happy. Your happiness will not come to you, it can only come from you, “You have to be happy. You must be happy now that you are back to stay. There's no way you won’t cross part with them. You can’t let them see you sad or weak.”

I paused, placed my hands on my cheeks, and rolled, questioning myself, "What do I do? What do I do to make myself happy?" I rolled back on my belly and the ink of my pen touched down the page and I began to write, "NUMBER ONE, GO TO A PARTY, MEDITATE, LEARN A LANGUAGE. LEARN ANY TECH RELATED THING. GO FOR A BEACH PARTY. HILL CLIMBING, SWIMMING, GET DRUNK, SLAP AIDEN AGAIN, MAKE MOM MADDER, MAKE HER SMILE TOO. SEDUCE AIDEN..." I paused the I erased the seduce Aiden part of what I wrote. Flipping the book close, I muttered, "I think this is enough," and then I rolled on my back.

That was a sobering thought. He touched his fingertips to her chin, forcing her to look at him. “Should I not have asked?” “No, asking is good,” she said, and gave him a shy smile. “I’m just not exactly at my hottest at the moment.” “Quote me something.” She gave him an odd look and then laughed, blurting out the first thing that came to mind. “‘Happiness depends upon ourselves.’ Aristotle.” “See?” He whispered, leaning in to kiss at her neck. “Hearing you say that is so incredibly hot.”

But somehow her question created a lump in my throat as a result of unshed tears, but I was quick to clear my throat before answering her. “I'm sure he is thinking of the both of us, and that he would wish for us to be happy always,” I said convincingly to the little girl who faked a smile afterward. “See, I am happy,” she said showing me her forced smile which I'm sure she did deliberately to make me laugh. “I'm so happy to hear you say that Olivia, I'm so sure alexander would be so proud of you,” I said to her smiling. “I love you, Ashley,” she said hugging me

"Sometimes, my dear, happiness finds us when we least expect it. Embrace it, cherish it, and let it fuel your spirit. It's a beautiful thing." His words resonated deep within me, affirming the inexplicable joy that had blossomed within my soul. As I joined the rest of my coworkers, laughter and camaraderie filled the air, and I knew that this day would be one to be cherished—a day where happiness reigned supreme, and where the radiance within me would touch the lives of those around me.