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Happiness is a motion of moments. It happens when you see someone you love smile at certain things that both of you used to know and now still remembers. It's when you find this one place that reminds you of pure joy and freedom and innocence. It feels like you never wanna get back home anymore. It seems like the problems are gone. My broken family is forgotten and now I'm sitting to the person that makes me forget I was ever lonely or messed up. Happiness is when that person makes you feel valued. Era makes me feel valued.

Then, she said grimly, "This is why we can't do immoral things. What goes around will always come around." I smiled and tried a bite of a mousse cake. "Uh-huh." When she saw how calm I was, she said, "You have no idea how frantic Benjamin was when looking for you that day. He asked everyone who knew you for your whereabouts, and his hair turned gray overnight when he learned you'd gone to the South Isles. "Honestly, why are all scumbags like that? They don't appreciate a good thing when they have it. They only regret the things they've done once they've been dumped."

Chapter 20.1 When everything's going well around you and you're feeling blissful—like you're on cloud nine or in seventh heaven—you won’t really notice the time or how fast it changes. I've never been this happy in my life. It’s only now that I’ve realized what it feels like to be happy with the person you truly like. That you’ll never have to beg for someone’s attention just to feel happiness. Because if that someone really wants you to be happy and wants you in their life, you won’t need to fall on your knees and beg.

We’ve survived everything: lies, fear, mistakes, heartbreak, and somehow… we came out stronger, crazier, and more in love than ever. I glance at Freya and Alan, our friends-turned-family-turned-extended-anchors in this beautiful storm, and think, Yep. This is it. This is happiness. This is life. And Viktor? Oh, Viktor is already plotting world domination, and I have no idea how to stop him...but I’ll try. And if I fail, at least I’ll be laughing along with him. A FINAL WORD ABOUT HAPPINESS Happiness isn’t neat. It isn’t perfect. It’s spilled cereal, mismatched socks, sticky fingerprints, toddlers running wild, kids arguing over the last cookie, parents tripping over backpacks, laughter echoi

He said, and I sighed. "Life is pretty hard. If I keep being sad because of what happened to me or how useless my attempts are going, then I will never find happiness. The reasons for being happy are limited for me. So these small things are the only things that help me keep my sanity," I said with a sad smile, and he looked at me before smiling. "Don't worry. You will find your share of happiness soon. Maybe you were trying to find your happiness at the wrong door earlier," He said before coming closer to me, his face only inches away from mine, making my breath hitch.

Happiness, true happiness lies within yourself. It’s what people tell you when that happiness is taken away. It’s what you tell yourself trying to fill the emptiness in your soul. I had been happy. For six months, my life had been complete bliss. It was the kind of happiness that lets you wake up with a smile on your face and keeps that smile there.

"Promise me something. Promise me you'll let yourself be happy. Not right away, but eventually. You'll meet new people, make new friends, maybe even date again when you're ready. You'll build a life that's bigger than what Carter did to you." "I promise I'll try." It was the best I could offer. Right now happiness felt theoretical, like something other people experienced. But maybe in Cannon Beach, maybe with a baby to focus on, maybe with enough distance from everything that had happened, I'd figure out what my version of happiness looked like.

There's no point sitting around and waiting for fate to do the work because believe me, I did that and I was nowhere near happy. So, the age-old question, Are you happy? It's not really a good question if you think about it... It should be more like, 'Could you be happy?' or 'Are you trying to be happy? or even 'Will you be happy?'. No one is happy all the time because happiness is the result of learning and learning is the result of pain. It's the people that don't know what to do with that pain that can't be happy. I didn't know what to do with it! Sometimes, I still don't. Other times, I just take it and I cherish it, I cherish the way it made me feel and I declare that I never want anyon

Turning around I see Jack standing there looking worried. I smiled sadly at him and started walking into his arms while thinking what was the correct way to handle the situation at hand. "Is it wrong that I'm jealous because my dad found someone he can love and be happy with and that someone isn't now only me anymore?" He took me into the hug and after a while, he pushed me away a little so that he could look into my eyes.

he countered. "I don't agree. You can be happy by reading a good book, watching the sky or television, dancing to a great song, or even getting promoted at work. Happiness can come from the simplest things, like choosing a brand of tomato sauce," I said, throwing a preferred brand of tomato sauce into the cart. "Reading a book requires commitment and dedication. All the things you mentioned demand certain commitments, and commitments don't last long," he argued. "You're so odd. I'm not getting closer to you. I don't want to get infected with your aversion to love and happiness," I joked, walking ahead. I could sense him smiling behind me, and it made me blush.