Novel & Cerita Happy Life Poetry

Knowing I picked a classic poetry book from my bookshelf, sat under my duvet and started to get lost in the poems that were written during war time 'My gentle one, with whom someday I shall be happy, we shall have our long walks and our quiet evenings which I dream of every night, when all of this is over, and I am back in your loving embrace. Think of me before you sleep as I'll think of you. My love, My Darling. Please do not fear, I will be home with you again, My beautiful love.' Reading poem after poem I could ignore the squealing and pounding of music beneath me, and I must have been reading for a while as when I peeked out of my window it was now dark.

It was easy to go from poor to rich, but after having lived in wealth, it was incredibly hard to go back to being poor. The thought of returning to a life of hardship filled her with despair. That was why she was apologizing to me. Watching her like this, I felt nothing but utter disgust. I let out a cold laugh. “Is that so? Then should I thank you for that?” “No need for that. As long as you stop blaming me and we live our lives in peace, that’s enough for me.” Taking my reaction as a softening of my heart, a note of hope crept into her voice.

We were a unit, a perfectly balanced equation that seemed destined to solve for happiness. The world felt vibrant, painted in brighter colors, and I was no longer the quiet observer on the sidelines. I was a participant, a protagonist in a love story that felt too good to be true. I’d lie awake at night, replaying our conversations, cherishing the feeling of his hand in mine, the echo of his laughter. I felt a profound sense of gratitude, a deep well of happiness that threatened to overflow. This was it, I’d tell myself, this is what love feels like. This is what forever looks like.

No hatred invested in our hearts. Happiness. That's what filled our hearts now and I could never ask for more. itsclarixass

I lie here awake but I’m not one to pray, everything’s changed but now I’m okay. I’m rattled this time, can someone lift my chin, keep my head above water before I’m too deep in. I’ve never had problems, where do I begin, but it’s not a problem because I’m just being human.’ I had always liked poetry and this particular one actually got to me because I felt I could relate to it in a weird kind of way. “Poetry is light, poetry is love. That’s a poem written by an anonymous poet on i*******m. Pstar7….”

It is I adore you. You cannot perceive happiness. It's the sensation you get while watching waves break or while gazing through a web of interwoven violet stems in spring grass. There is no moonlight or sunlight, yet But a separate shining. Joy lives behind people's eyes.

so many hardships yet they still manage to fight all of it. They say that life is but a breath of life that will soon fade. All people will die one day. That is our fate. That is why we must live the way we wanted. Live the life with no regret. Some may have the change to do so and some may not have. Some may be somewhere near it and some may still be far from it. But there is just one thing that all people wished to live. “Your beloved?” “Yes, Yes, you are” And that is happiness. Happiness that can’t even be explained by words. May it be simple or simplest out of all… that kind of joy you can’t be measured. That kind of happiness you could never give up even for a large sum of money.

I still can't believe that my loved ones died because of almost the same accident. After that year, I can't fight to be strong anymore. I don't take any pills. My doctors are worried, but they can't force me. And now, I have to tell you something... Happy endings are not just about living together with someone you love. It is also about being contented when you don't end up together. It is actually about... “Ms. Blair... can you hear me?” “Get the defibrillator.” ...being happy about each other's path.

As if with a quiet choice I commanded a hurricane to become still, and it did. "Charlie, without joy every sweet thing is bitter; cake is guilt, wind is cold, rain is depressing. With joy they are uplifting; cake is rich, wind is refreshing, rain is cleansing. Every small thing in life is a moment able to nourish the soul if we let joy in. Live with awe, humbleness, present in each moment and the gifts of life will fill you to the brim, so much that your joy will overflow and make better the lives of all around you."

I said, after giving her enough time to bask in sugar-infused heaven, “what do you know about my story?” “Easy, girl,” she admonished. “You don’t rush an experience like this. You savor it.” I waited, swiveling back and forth, until she had finished her impromptu breakfast. By the time she had licked the last bit of frosting from her fingers, I was faintly dizzy. “That was heaven,” she said rolling her eyes. “Girl, you have a gift. What are you doing chasing cops and robbers around when you could be making these all day?”