How To Be Happy Alone Book Novels & Stories

But, is that the right way? Inside my heart, I am hesitating. There's a part of me that would not want what I was thinking of doing. Deep down inside, there's a hand stopping me from doing it. It was saying that it is not the best to do. That I can find another way so I can still live happily. 'There must be another way.' That's right, there must be another way to live happily – alone. It's fine to be alone. I am accustomed to it. Yes, it's alright to be alone.

She spoke angrily, She felt like pulling her hair out. "The thing is I think I am actually done with men for good now." She continued,"No!I don't think, I know I am actually done with men for good, I will move to God knows where, get a nice apartment, a satisfying job, buy a pet and live like that till the graceful lord wills me to join you." She paused for a moment staring at the grave as if awaiting an answer, secretly willing her dead mother to communicate with her. "It would be nice right? living alone just you, your dog, your cuppa and nice books.That will definitely be my life from now on, at least I would be left alone and finally live in peace and loneliness with may be a pinch of t

Living alone and having your own place is the best freedom you can give to yourself. This is the best selfish thing I have ever done for myself. I move at my own pace, I have my privacy, I am not forced to do things I don’t want to and most importantly I am achieving all my goals. I have no duty to anyone. I can finally say I’m happy. When I’m finally done with my shower, skin care and getting dressed in comfortable clothes. I have my dinner. By now my apartment smells like a magical garden and I’m fully relaxed

I am nothing but pain and suffering and she is peace and comfort. “Good thing you wised up,” I tell her. “Monsters don’t get to be loved.” She looks back out at the sunset, saying nothing as she plays with a small twig in her hands. I want to move closer, to sit where my leg will rest against hers or my hand may gently brush her skin. I used to think living alone was the hardest thing I could ever do. Now I know it’s choosing to be alone when someone wants you, and you want them too.

"But still I'm having second thoughts of engaging myself towards people... Because I'm afraid to be left behind." "All my life, I've been used to being alone in everything. The only people I've been with are my parents, and I'm content with that. I'm an introvert... I'm not used to socializing with others. Maybe that's why no one wants to approach me." I smiled, weakly. "Because I don't know how to socialize." "Irene, I will help you get out of your comfort zone. I will help you realize that you will never be happy if you are alone. Let me do that---"

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.

Beam enjoys the quietness and solitude that even the bubbly girl kept her silence. "You know, if ever I felt alone and lonely even in a noisy crowd, I just walk this path up to where my feet will lead me, then I will just feel okay. Sometimes in life, you don't need to be with a lot of people just to be happy and sometimes being alone would not make you feel lonely. Instead, being alone is the best time to reflect on your life. Your reflections could make you realize what makes you happy and what things really matter to you" the girl softly and casually uttered as they walked leisurely following the path that had already been covered by dried leaves. "Is that your memorized line every time y

Margaret took a few more sips as she digested that information, and uttered, “What I like about whatever you’ve just said is that we…can be happy on our own. I love the power in that. It emanates control and we hold the remote. It just shows that we’re not…reliant on someone else’s love or happiness to actually…be happy.” Lucianne explained, “If we rely on something outside to make us happy, it’s neither stable nor reliable because once that thing disappears, our happiness goes with it. It’s better to choose to be happy with what you are or what you strive to be. It’s more sustainable, and frankly, more doable.” Margaret decided to go deeper. “I hope you don’t mind me asking this but…when yo

I still fill like I'm alone in this whole world like everyone's so happy except me. The time was morning, I've decided to stay at my house, it was better than meeting any other useless people, It was a quiet day, I do not hear any voices, only the voice of birds and the breeze, it seems like I'm the only one who left here, how I love that feeling, living alone without sadness, I remembered that day when I saw him walking alone, I thought it might be better to walk with him, it's our first meeting, in sam smith park, yeah I should get back to my dreams, its a good time to get back to bed... - hello? Who's here?

“Well… you always like to be alone, Liam. When are you going to stop being alone?” The question caught me off guard. “You’ve always been alone,” she went on, “from the first time I saw you.” For some reason it irritated me, deep, sharp irritation. But I didn’t throw her out. Because, damn it, she was right. You don’t expect an orphan like me to have anyone. So yes, I learned to be alone. And I loved it. It’s better if I keep everyone at arm’s length. Do my business with them, take what I need, and be done. Clean. Simple. No attachments, no mess, no weakness.