Images That Make You Happy Novels & Stories

A small smile curved her lips, and involuntary my eyes flickered to them, "Finding happiness in the little small things." It was like she was speaking another language. Confusion tightened my brows and I curiously asked, "So, what makes you happy?" She kept her eyes on me, "Drinking my coffee in the morning," She started, listing the most basic things any human being could have, "Sitting beside the sea, listening to music and just not think about anything," She added, "Reading a good book," She didn't seem to be thinking hard about this, "Speeding down an empty road with a good car like yours for example," She cracked a smile, "Seeing my best friends after so long," She pulled into a deep br

Send me a pic? The smile that's spread across my face can't be denied. The fluttery feeling in my stomach can't be denied either. I've waited my whole life for a man to make me feel this way, and I'm so happy the man to do it is Caleb Harrison. Holding my phone up, I give him my best smile, along with a wink into the camera. Hitting a few buttons, I send it, and wait for him to get back with me. A few minutes later, I get a response from him. A picture of his smiling face.

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.

Each time I tried to concentrate on the meeting, but the image of my wife crying and sad face coming back into my mind. My wife wants a baby. I don't know what to do. I can't make her happy. I'm carrying a lot of guilt and grief, seeing her sad face. I just want to make her happy. Because she is the reason that I'm happy. Just seeing the smile on her face is enough to keep me satisfied for the rest of my life. Seeing her happy again is better than any feeling in the world. I never will want to see her sad again.

he said. "Thank you, I have decided to be happy too" I said. I saw the joy in Mark's face,he has longed to hear those words from me,to see me happy. I don't know why,I know Jay's words somehow made me think about it,"what really makes me happy " and this sudden realization that hits me,Mark makes me happy and giving him a baby will make him happy. Jay excuses himself,to make a phone call,I guess.

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She was just looking at her captives, having a lot of thoughts. "Does this make me happy?" she kept on asking herself. Making yourself happy doesn't necessarily mean you have to smile or laugh, make your eyes spark as you look into the bags you wanted to buy, or make your heart pound. You don't notice it at all times, but being happy means you're satisfied with what you have. You will not notice it yet, but it is. Although things aren't falling in their right place yet, as long as you're satisfied with every little thing you accomplish, that's when you can say you're happy. Kagome knows it. But she chose herself.

safe, content, happy. A wave of laughter erupted as Brian launched into another one of his jokes, his infectious humour washing away any lingering stress. For a blissful while, the world outside ceased to exist, replaced by the joy of my shared silliness. A forgotten warmth spread through me, the simple pleasure of laughing with Brian a rediscovered treasure, thanks to the movie.

What caught my attention was the wall on the left side, it was covered entirely with pictures. Pictures of couples, families, groups of friends that all had something in common. They were all smiling and laughing. The wall was a frozen moments of happiness. I found myself drawn to them and I moved closer to trace my fingers gently over the photo of a young girl grinning with an elderly man. She was smiling a real broad smile, one that I was yearning for Reid, who had been watching me carefully, let out a small, relieved sigh. For the first time since this morning, I felt at peace and I didn't want it to end.

And just like that, all the moments I have seen and gazed and watched her smiling and laughing happily slams through my insides like a stormy rush; The way she glowed when she joked about my food for the first time, the way she was so happy and carefree with her cuss words as she ranted about that vampire lord that wanted to destroy the world in Castlevania, the way she hugged me fiercely with so much happiness after I told her about Jen's agreement to help her and her friend. And more. There are more of them. So many of them. And they are flashing before my eyes one after the other like turning pages of a book, the images all in sharp contrast to the lonesome sad expression on her face that