Finding Happiness Book Novels & Stories

Breathing a long sigh, he continued exasperatedly, "The child is mine, but I have no feelings for Sally at all. She wanted a child but didn't want marriage. So I helped her. After that, she went abroad. "I wouldn't even know that she returned with the baby if she didn't text me last week." That was when Sean smiled, putting a hand around my shoulder while caressing my belly, "Don't worry. You're the only one for me—we will have our marriage registered soon." My ears were left ringing while bile churned in my gut. Those sweet words used to be music to my ears, but it only left me sick now. Sean watched me as I quickly picked up a bucket to retch, and brought a box of candies, smiling, "Mornin

Gary scoffed by opening his eyes wide "They highly recommended you, since you're also the one being looked up to, I thought you'd at least be flexible." Eli caught his irritated tone and sighed through his nose, pinching it right between his eyebrows. Gary bit his inner cheek thought In silent again, if only why Happiness is simple, stay away from His prohibitions, carry out His commands, and Happiness is simple, when he tries then succeeds. and Happy is simple, when reality matches what he expects. But... now he thinks that it's not only himself he has to think about there was someone else he had to think about to make them happy. If he loses someone. but he can go back to being himself, me

Tessa's words struck a chord, reminding her of the emptiness that often accompanied her ambitious pursuits. The woman continued, her gaze unwavering. "You see, Cindy, happiness is found in the little moments – in the laughter of our children, the warmth of a shared smile, and the comfort of being loved unconditionally. It's about cherishing the present and finding contentment in the love we give and receive." Tessa's sincerity cut through Cindy's facade, leaving her momentarily speechless. For the first time, Cindy felt a twinge of self-reflection, questioning the choices she had made and the path she had chosen to pursue.

You know, to atleast even try to smile. If you just know how flattering it was to see you genuinely happy. After a long months of dull and emotionless face, finally you have your own now. Happiness...

Often we measure happiness by something big that might make us feel better than others. We think a luxury, great rank, top position and money can guarantee our happiness. But not so. Happiness is more than that because happiness is not determined by the material but by the heart. Happiness includes many things, even the smallest things like sunny weather and love songs can be happiness. Not big things like diamond rings, expensive brand-new bags or popularity like idols. My happiness is just something small, something enough to make me smile all time. My little joy is being able to stay aside the people I care for and see them smile.

Barry and Brian were happy to that joy finally found happiness They didn’t interfere. They didn’t advise unless asked. They just stayed—together, steady, unafraid. One night, walking back to their dorms, Randy spoke about what had been sitting in his chest for days. “I used to think happiness meant waiting for the next thing to go wrong.” Carlson glanced at him. “And now?” “Now I think happiness is choosing to stay even when you’re scared.” Carlson smiled softly. “We’re good at that now.”

Her heart sank, and she quietly sat on the bed thinking about him leaving her like she never mattered to him. His clothes were gone, along with his daunting, cold aura. Her eyes flickered on the heaviness of her house, reminding her she was all sole. Everyone wants happiness, but why is it always like this? Your joy comes from the most challenging person. The one who hurts you the most has the key to your most incredible bliss.

"Not in the abstract. In the specific." "In what sense?" "In the sense that I spent most of my life believing happiness was a destination," he said. "Something you arrived at once you'd won enough or owned enough or proved enough. And then I spent several years believing it was a practice, something you chose deliberately every day, which is a more honest version of the same thing but still slightly too effortful to be quite right." He paused, his hands in his jacket pockets, looking at the street ahead of us. "I think what I've actually worked out is that happiness is just what it feels like when you're paying attention to your own life instead of to some imagined version of what your life

“It’ll upset your stomach. Don’t push it.” I slouched dramatically. “Do you think my mom will ever find the right guy—someone who’ll take care of her like you, Auntie?” Grace asked suddenly. I paused, then turned to her. “Baby,” I said, touching her head. She looked at me. “It’s a bonus if someone comes into your mom’s life who makes her happy. But happiness doesn’t only come from someone else.” I told her happiness is everywhere. It just depends on how someone chooses to appreciate what they already have.

Kia leaned into him, watching their children play, watching Liam nearby with Wren and their own young daughter, watching Kratavak teaching Ryder's stepdaughter some game with exaggerated patience, watching Sable and Declan deep in conversation about the research center's latest findings. "I used to think happiness was something that happened to other people," she said. "Something I watched from outside, the way I watched Pam's easy relationship with her family, or the warmth other people seemed to take for granted." She paused. "I don't think that anymore. I think happiness is something you build, slowly, with people who choose, every day, to keep building it alongside you." "We built this,"