Finding Happiness Book Novels & Stories

That is why they are the ones who buy all the medicine Tiarra needed and they are the ones who take care and remind her endlessly of what she should and should not do. In that way, they can fill the void and give her the love that the child seeks from his father and sister. But they both knew in themselves that their love for Tiarra was not enough. They could see that for in Tiarra's eyes that are full of sadness. When will they see the kid’s bright face? When will they see a real and genuine smile from her? When will Tiarra reach the happiness she’s always chasing? Will she still be able to get her goal before it is too late?

My father, Hector, and Benjamin had shared the transaction slips of the money they'd transferred to Jennifer's account. I curled my lip mockingly while looking at the birds that flew past my window. It turned out everyone remembered Jennifer's birthday despite forgetting mine. My father, Frank Monroe, shared his transaction slip. He also wrote, "Happy birthday to my darling Jennifer!" Hector wrote, "I hope you'll always be happy, Jennifer!" Benjamin wrote, "No matter what happens in the future, Jennifer Robinson is the only woman I'll ever love."

A year and six months later. Happiness is a free will gift of nature and is bestowed only on those who really want it and are ready to wield it. Happiness is not just a word but a magic power. Nothing beats happiness and self-satisfaction. Life happens to anyone. Death could come to claim anyone, anytime. The moment happiness is chosen, freedom has been chosen. Finding one's asylum is of paramount importance. Clinging onto that one thing that makes you happy and counting one's blessings despite some unfortunate happenings in our lives is beautiful and comforting. Nothing beats utmost happiness. It's beauty shimmers that it is both describable and ineffable.

Happiness, true happiness lies within yourself. It’s what people tell you when that happiness is taken away. It’s what you tell yourself trying to fill the emptiness in your soul. I had been happy. For six months, my life had been complete bliss. It was the kind of happiness that lets you wake up with a smile on your face and keeps that smile there.

And in that moment, standing in the doorway of our soft, sleepy home, I knew one thing for certain— Happiness wasn’t loud. It was this. The laughter that still lingered in the air. The warmth of someone’s hand in yours. The quiet heartbeat of a house full of love. END OF CHAPTER 119

at least Happiness is an elusive goal that will make you tired of chasing it. Happiness is an end, while unhappiness lies on the opposite side. It is a situation on one extreme and misery on the other. If you look back at the times when you felt happy in your life, or thought that you were happy in them, I can assure you that it happened to you at the same time. Other extreme feelings associated with this feeling. time of birth of a child? You felt excited, right? I was surprised, right? I felt relieved after the successful delivery; is not it ? But did you feel happy? I'm not sure 4

I was unsure to decide whether to go or not when my aunt’s solemn voice cut through the silence of the room, she spoke hesitantly, “My happiness or others’ happiness? Which one is important?” Her factual representation of my inner struggle amazed me, she stroked my head lovingly. “Always remember one thing, Liz! Happiness is like a perfume, it only increases by sharing. If you take baby steps by being happy for others’ special occasions, you will find your happiness soon.” … Aunt Flora’s advice turned out to be life-saving for me as I enjoyed myself at the mating ceremony, the bright smile on my BFF’s face made my day.

We’ve survived everything: lies, fear, mistakes, heartbreak, and somehow… we came out stronger, crazier, and more in love than ever. I glance at Freya and Alan, our friends-turned-family-turned-extended-anchors in this beautiful storm, and think, Yep. This is it. This is happiness. This is life. And Viktor? Oh, Viktor is already plotting world domination, and I have no idea how to stop him...but I’ll try. And if I fail, at least I’ll be laughing along with him. A FINAL WORD ABOUT HAPPINESS Happiness isn’t neat. It isn’t perfect. It’s spilled cereal, mismatched socks, sticky fingerprints, toddlers running wild, kids arguing over the last cookie, parents tripping over backpacks, laughter echoi

I should’ve cared more about my happiness and less about what others might say. I placed my hand over my chest as my heart suddenly pounded harder. I could feel it vibrating against my ribcage, and it made me breathless. Just thinking about him filled me with so much joy, it physically showed. I couldn’t deny it anymore—I was truly happy. I silently prayed, asking the universe to let me hold onto this feeling. After all the loneliness and pain, I just wanted to be happy… with him.