Harry Potter Quotes About Happiness Novels & Stories

Romit was back home from school. I was in a good mood today as the day was spending as I wanted it to be. I didn't glance at my phone. It was in silence mode. Screen down, kissing on the hardwood. I watched Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows part two. It was the best holiday. I love Harry Potter. In the evening, I thought of helping momma in cooking. I guess I should go and ask her. I was gleefully taking strides toward her room. ' You must enjoy your peaceful environment, you never know who is waiting to ambush your happiness. She always keeps her room's door open.'

" I couldn't help laughing—it was just killing me. Now that I was gone, Sean's parents were really scared and sucked up to me. I picked up the bouquet again, and a smile promptly appeared on Sean's droopy face. "Are you taking the flowers?" However, while he thought I was accepting the flowers, I smacked the bouquet against his face, leaving him freezing up while the petals scattered all over the ground. "You're delusional." I snorted. "You thought I'd take your gifts again? Try again in your next life!

Perhaps, he can use that very emotion against her. “I know Crystal since I found her; she wont abandon us for some petty puppy love.” Harry commented, distaste filled his mouth. “Now that she’s won, best we give her… a congratulatory gift. You remember that Crystal always loved your croissants, right?” he inquired, his eyes holding some kind of glint in them.

Kristopher stopped Alex and took a deep breath "I just suddenly feel.......so free of all worries. Like there is no burden that can weight me down anymore" Alex took his seat back and looked at Kristopher "You both really did suffer alot. finally its time for both of you to find happiness" Kristopher thought for a while before saying something even he himself didn't understand. He only knew that those words came out of his heart "we think we never had happiness because times are hard. Happiness can be found even in the most devastating times. Its always there but we fail to see it" Everything paused for a moment and there was utter silence. "William Shakespeare who? its Kristopher Farmington

She needs someone like Devin not someone like me. It takes me a few minutes to get back up and walk to the bar to drink my bad thoughts away, I can’t believe that I’ve lost her, she asked me not to look for her, she asked me to keep my distance and if I love her to respect her decision and to be happy for her happiness, but how can I be happy if I am miserable without her? How can I be happy for her if my happiness depends on her being next to me? “Harry, you should be happy for me, if you truly love me you should want me to be happy”, she tells me and I nod my head agreeing with her

"When I first met you, I thought you would wake up one day and murder me in my sleep or something" Another loud laugh rang in the room. "Oh. Nice. Nice" Harry said with his sarcastic tone and playful smile "What other nice truth do you have in mind about me?" I smirked "You're bad boy" He laughed, the sound low, deep and beautiful. I had to save it in brain box. "I am a good guy" "You are?" I touched the inside of my cheek with tongue. He was now smiling with his mouth opened a little "Yeah, I am. I am a good guy"

"Then he must be very happy because he's been philosophical all week." "I am very happy." I looked at each of them—Emma, Grace, Nate, Cas. My family. Complete and imperfect and exactly right. "Very, very happy." "Good." Nate returned to his pot roast. "Happy Daddies make better birthday parties." "That's sound logic," Cas said seriously. "I learned it from you," Nate announced. "You taught me that happy people do better at everything." "I don't think I phrased it quite that way." "You said something like that when we talked about the vampire guard who was grumpy. You said he was good at his job but would be better if he was happier."

Hazel pulled me toward her, letting my head rest on her chest with the rest of my body on her lap, and my legs on the floor, then she stroked my head gently. “There, there, my angry bear,” she said, and I leaned into her further, exhaling deeply. I glanced at the boys who were far away from us, and they seemed okay, chatting cheerfully about their books. Then I looked around the hallway too, and I could see people reading as though their lives depended on it. “Everyone is fucking happy, and it makes me feel like I am just an evil witch seeking misery in everyone’s life. Why can’t I just be happy?” My voice came out low, causing Hazel to sigh.

A feeling that was almost completely unknown. - Tell me, cutie- He was staring blankly. Who would have guessed what G could think? -You're still an idiot. That kiss doesn't change anything- He chuckled and hugged me against his side. - It changes everything- I thought I heard that, but I didn't understand what he meant, so I forgot. -I just know that you're still an idiot and that I put you.- I smiled from ear to ear. This was good for self-esteem. - And I just know that I'm sorry I told you all the above and that when you get all angry like the basilisk from Harry Potter, I get hard- My face began to burn more than the sun itself.

“Ms. Evans, we were just discussing how the masterpiece of JK Rowling contain absolutely no swear words except in the last book, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, when Molly Weasley swears at Bellatrix Lestrange for duelling with her daughter Ginny.” “Absolutely!” Ms. Evans said enthusiastically and continued fangirling about Harry Potter. Lucas rolled his eyes and turned to Zehra who was looking at him in incredulity. “What?” “Nothing, who would’ve thought that our quarterback was a potterhead.” “Oh shut up. Show me this godda–” “Don’t swear,” she whispered this time. "Why?!" "I don't like people swearing," “Ok show me this e-mail. Now.” Zehra took her phone and showed him the e-mail. H