Optimism Novels & Stories

Joyce wished that her father stopped worrying about the materialistic things and cared about her for once. "Happiness is never found in materialistic things; It exists in things that cannot be physically possessed. Therefore happiness is priceless. It can never be purchased. Love is happiness" - Ellen J. Barrier Sadly, I had a crush on Daniel but they both looked hot together. Basically, I was confused if I'm happy for him or if I want him. Well, I never really cared much. Daniel was the crush of majority senior and junior female students whereas Joyce was the crush of majority senior and junior students as well as teachers.

Besides, in times of calamity, a drop of water is eternity and every hint or assurance of help is a sanctuary. If history really repeats itself, we will rise again directly or inversely. Even if inflation hits the ceiling, even if parking fee and fuel costs a fortune, even if they increase everything except our due wages and just compensation, even if every fare matrix is computed exponentially and the surcharges of water, electricity and credit cards and compounded monthly, we will never lose hope and optimism. For our anticipation is not just about the calamities and disasters ahead but the brighter future for our sons and daughters. We cannot afford giving

"Which one do you think applies?" The question held layers. Amira chose her words carefully. "Transformation sounds more optimistic." "Optimism is for people who don't understand what transformation actually costs." He set the cup down without a sound. "You have to burn away the old self completely. No halfway measures. No looking back at who you used to be." "And if the old self doesn't want to burn?" Leon's mouth curved—not quite a smile. "Then the fire simply burns hotter until it has no choice."

I retorted. "We'll figure it out, Maddy. That's why we need to discuss things. We'll work things out together, one problem at a time." Blake has always been the optimist in our friendship. He'd always make me look at the bright side of things. He's been my sunshine in my gloomy life.

She puts her arm around me and tries to reassure me, “Everything’s going to be okay. We can do this, together.” I think she’s trying to reassure herself more than me. But I don’t say anything, even if I doubt every words that just came out of her mouth. I don’t think things will be okay. I think that one way or another, this won’t have the outcome that we ultimately want. Call me a pessimist, but danger is lurking and I’m not going to be blinded by foolish optimism.

Belief that something great was out there on the horizon waiting for him—and maybe it was. I wanted to bask in that feeling, to linger in his presence in the hope that some of his optimism and passion wore off on me. Because right now? My life was a total shit show.

I raised an eyebrow at Kael. “You mean when?” “Optimism. I'm trying this new thing.” “How's that working out?” “Terribly. I'll stick to realistic pessimism.”

Andrew concluded, 'who is this knight? However, would it be wrong of him to oppose the cynics in favor of these folk? His mind was assuming, 'Probably no, a few joint unfavorable representatives could eradicate a full unit of hopeful serfs.' He got rid of them quickly. Group positivity was more significant than any ability he could educate. He agreed to make an effort and notified his good optimist of the same. The old woman had the right to her ambition more than they merited the right to disagree.

Cherry Brentwood’s life changed the night she turned eighteen—caught doing the forbidden while moaning the name of her brother’s best friend. Fast forward to two years later, summer vacation was supposed to be everything she had dreamed of. What she never expected was to spend it under the same room with her brother's best friend, the man with the most seductive gray eyes that she's been trying to forget…and her arch-enemy cousin sister. Xavier Salvatore is a guy who walks in silence, barely speaks, but rather acts in dangerous, mysterious ways. He’s not a saint; He's not an angel. He walks the thin line between good and evil. He is none other than the ghost of the Black

"I don't think you're a leech. And if I've made you feel like I do, I'm sorry. This whole situation has me upset." "I know. There are a lot of unknowns and a great deal of this is entirely out of your control. You don't handle that well." Understatement of the century. "But there's one thing I handle better than anyone else in this family - and that's maintaining the optimism that it will all turn out all right in the end, even if we don't know how. I've lived my life by that for ten years, and I haven't been wrong yet. I don't plan to start now." "I don't think optimism is going to carry the day here."