Finding Happiness Book Novels & Stories

"I consider happiness to be something relative." "Like... What makes you happy may not make someone else happy too?" "Yes, exactly!" I look at him surprised. "I see it as an achievement." "An achievement? Like... For example... Seeking it during the path you trace and not just after reaching the end?" "Yes! Many people think that they will only be happy when they get where they want to be. When in fact, happiness can be found in small things. You just have to allow yourself to see it." "So, it's a point of view."

A small smile curved her lips, and involuntary my eyes flickered to them, "Finding happiness in the little small things." It was like she was speaking another language. Confusion tightened my brows and I curiously asked, "So, what makes you happy?" She kept her eyes on me, "Drinking my coffee in the morning," She started, listing the most basic things any human being could have, "Sitting beside the sea, listening to music and just not think about anything," She added, "Reading a good book," She didn't seem to be thinking hard about this, "Speeding down an empty road with a good car like yours for example," She cracked a smile, "Seeing my best friends after so long," She pulled into a deep br

"It does. " "The world needs your smile. " He rolled his eyes. "God needs my frown. He should not be pleased with his children. " She wondered why she thought of a quote that was contradictory with her statement but backed his up. She frowned. Don't care what the world needs, it said. Ask what makes you come alive and go do it. Because the world wants people who come alive. She remembered that it had been Howard thurmans quote. But could everybody be born an original? Here was an original sitting before her, ignorant that he was misled by a thinker whose philosophy did her no good. She wanted to tell him that life wasn't about pursuing happiness... You would end depressed. Happiness was with

When I came into this country, I was full of dreams and aspirations, I was sure I would find happiness that never came easily to me back home, here. Soon, I discovered my happiness was quick sand. Every time I moved, it seemed to drown me. It kept moving, shifting, never stable. I thought once the code was complete, I’d get it, the thing called happiness. When Mackayla and I started going out, I’d find what’s missing. Then both of them disappeared, along with the fleeting thing I thought I’d found. The goal post shifted again. When I find them again, when I’m with my child, perhaps that quick sand will stop moving.

The question came out of nowhere, or out of the specific somewhere of the Sunday evening, the second batch, the kitchen warm, the garden dark. Alexander looked at him. The question was not a small question. It was not a question that could be answered with a simple yes or no, not really, not if you thought about it. Happiness was complicated. Happiness was not a state but a direction, not a destination but a way of traveling. Happiness was the second batch, maybe — not the achievement but the ease that came after the achievement, not the work but the reward for the work. But Alexander did not overthink it. He did not analyze. He did not qualify.

- Arabella/Kimberly. Wealth and high position do not give happiness when this body is weak and lives in pain every moment." - Danial. Real happiness is a healthy body and being with the people you love. That's what happiness means to Danial and Kimberly. ---The End---

How in the world is my entire system not even feeling the slightest feeling of being sleepy? I think for a while and there is this thought in my head that tells me that it is because my entire body is filled with nothing but glee. Happiness. It is definitely that. No other reasons but that. Too much happiness is bolting inside me and it is far too much to handle. This kind of happiness is like caffeine and it is keeping me up all night. Our baby. That was the main reason where this happiness is coming from. My baby with Milo.

“The future, the past, all of it. But right now… it’s just us.” They stayed there, in the quiet garden, letting the world move around them without concern. No threats, no dangers, no shadows. Just the slow, steady pulse of life they had fought so hard to reach. Grace leaned into him, letting the warmth of his body anchor her, and in that simple, ordinary morning, she realized something profound: happiness didn’t have to be grandiose or dramatic. It could be slow, gentle, patient. It could be found in the small, unremarkable moments shared with someone who understood you completely.

Yes, I have anything I've ever wanted including cars, bikes, a yacht and several homes including holiday homes but you wouldn't believe the number of times that I have sat in one of those many places with everything I could want in life and yet, I've never felt so lonely. So yeah, many people may think that I have it all, and have a perfect life but I don't. If there's one thing I've learned over the years is that you can't buy true happiness, that is free but seriously hard to find. But today, watching my little girl and Julia at the carnival... that felt like true happiness. The gleam in their eyes, the sounds of their laughs, the feeling that it gave me inside, that is what I imagine true