How To Find Happiness Book Novels & Stories

I leaned by the window and looked at the thousands of lights slowly brightening in the distance. The desolate place in my heart, abandoned for too long, finally seemed to feel wind passing through it, carrying a warm, humid breath. Would I find my own happiness? I thought I definitely would. Happiness might arrive a little late. But as long as I left the wrong person, happiness would always find its way into my hands.

“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.

Drops don’t fall; they decorate too. Happiness, happiness, has never met you as new. Let it explore the inner you and decide to stay back with you, for you. I know the joy of singlehood. How can I then be happy as two? If you explore the inner you, you find that peace that no violence on your way can ever stand, as if it never even stood.

"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

I’m a fucking piece of meat and that’s how I find solace in this misery that I’ve been locked up throughout my whole existence. Am I happy? Yeah, probably, maybe, somehow. I’m satisfied with getting temporary happiness out of the temporary people that I met because that’s the only way I know I could taste happiness. Happiness in permanence is just allergic of me and no matter how I tried to embrace it in full glory, it just keeps on escaping out of my hands.

For the first time, I find myself not caring about the people around me. Not the random people that walk past me chattering about heaven knows what, or the stranger that takes a seat next by my side. “You can do this, Ivy,” I mutter to myself, taking another bite of my burger. “This is really your chance to turn your life around.” My chance to find happiness all over again. To fulfill every one of my dreams. To be so fulfilled I completely forget about everything that— “Seems like you received a bit of good news today?”

Does it work or would it shed you in tiny pieces when you've been hoping for something? As the beam of the moon shines upon your destroyed eyes, how would you close your eyes to stop the pain? How can you walk if there is nothing left to keep you from taking a step? How about your inner demons, how can you talk to them and keep their mouths shut? Would it be a bloodbath of dreams or the showering glimmers of nightmares? How can you find Happiness? Happiness is in which part of your body? Is it in the pit of your stomach or the back of your head?

I admitted, as the afternoon light began its slow golden descent toward evening. "Neither do I," Damien said. "But I think, having found this once, we know how to find it again. I don't think this particular kind of happiness requires Portugal specifically. I think it just requires choosing it, deliberately, regardless of where we happen to be standing when we make that choice." We flew home the following day, considerably more relaxed than we'd been in months, both of us carrying forward a quiet determination to build more of exactly this kind of unstructured, genuine happiness into our regular life, rather than treating it as a rare exception to our usual demanding pace.

She hugs me. “No, I’m not mad. I just don’t understand what fucking happens to me when I am around him, and then he’s the guy you wanted to set me up with. It’s kind of surreal. I’ve been so shut off to these feelings, I feel like I am learning how to drive all over again.” “I will not allow you to run from this. You deserve to be happy. Just have fun, please.”

"Sometimes, my dear, happiness finds us when we least expect it. Embrace it, cherish it, and let it fuel your spirit. It's a beautiful thing." His words resonated deep within me, affirming the inexplicable joy that had blossomed within my soul. As I joined the rest of my coworkers, laughter and camaraderie filled the air, and I knew that this day would be one to be cherished—a day where happiness reigned supreme, and where the radiance within me would touch the lives of those around me.