The Promise Of Happiness Novels & Stories

I’m certainly not proposing you this way or this soon despite how much I want to (just so you know, I’m dead serious about proposing to you someday, just not today) This is a promise ring (I believe that’s what they call these days) I give you this ring to say that I’m so in love with you and that I promise to make you the happiest person in the world. I know you don’t love me yet but that’s okay. You said you trust me with your life and I promise that I’ll do anything to keep that trust. I just hope you don’t lose faith in me, ever. I’ve made a lot of promises to you over the years since our childhood. I’ve kept every one of them and I intend to keep them all – new and old.

" I don't have any plans, I knew that mom... I mean Mrs Shekhawat will not be able to survive alone in London where she has memories. So I did what I thought was right. I never told hervtonlkeace but I want some time to.....till then how can I leave her alone hmm " " Ooh! so you are still thinking about the promise." " No...... you were right that day, the promise is just a word, but in relationships, we don't have to promise others to fulfil the responsibility. In the family we have to accept the responsibilities to love and care for each other, being there in hard times to support each other. It's not compulsory to entangle yourself in a promise, as there are many unknown promises in your

I heard the door open and big warm arms wrapped around me. Sssshhhh, it’s going to be okay; I promise. He tightened his grip around me. I think my heart is going to beat outta my chest. His touch was calming as jolts of electricity flowed through out my whole body. How can you promise something like that? I asked him pulling away from him. We both winced at the loss of contact. I can promise you that I will do whatever I need to do to make sure that you’re safe and happy. He said rubbing my back. I’ll even get you another puppy if you want. He smiled.

Yet here I am, drawing circles on her lower back as she drifts in and out of consciousness. Me, though, I'm wide awake. Sated, but awake. And I can't stop thinking about what Mari said earlier about being content. People always talk about chasing their happiness, but what if that's the root of most relationship problems? What if that's been part of my problem? What if there is so much pressure to be happy, when happiness isn't something you can be every minute of every day anyway? What if being content, with lots of sprinkles of happiness, as Mari describes it, is actually a healthier, more realistic goal?

“I promised you, baby, didn’t I? I promised that I’ll make you the happiest woman in the world. I promised that I’ll always be there for you and our family. Are you happy?” I look up at him and nod. “Yes, I’m happy. So, so happy.” He grins. “If you’re happy, then I’m happy. I love you, my baby. You came into my life and you saved me. You gave me the gift of our little ones, the most wonderful gift I could ever ask for. Nothing could ever make me happier.”

A wave of happiness flooded him. He had waited for so many years and thought that he would never have a happy future, but it turned out that his dream came true. Moreover, she promised him in person. He laughed. Regardless of the pain on his body, he forced himself to sit up and held her hand, "You said this and you can't go back on your word!"

"Eves, I know you meant to keep your promise. And you have been keeping it for so long. But think about yourself for once. What if he doesn't come around? What if he's already settled with someone else? You'll be wasting your time in vain. We're not telling you to date the first guy you meet, just don't push people away for someone who might not even remember you. We just want you to be happy, Eves, and God knows you deserve all the happiness in the world because you've suffered so much. We can't force you to do anything, but just think about it, alright? If you think Adrian can make you happy, give him a chance instead of pushing him away. And if you feel that he's not the one for you, it's

Cass broke out a bottle of something strong and sweet, and for a while, we let ourselves believe that maybe, just maybe, we’d pulled off a miracle. But hope is a hungry thing. It eats you if you let it. That night, Fen sat beside me, carving a piece of wood into a spiral. “The thing about promises,” he said, “is that they cost more than you think.” I nodded, feeling the weight of every word I’d spoken. He me the carving. “For luck. Or whatever comes next.” I tucked it into my pocket, next to the letter, and tried to believe in both. As I drifted off, Kael’s voice reached me through the dark. “Three witnesses. You did it.”handed

I could still feel it under my skin—like a signature, like a promise, like the moment a match thinks about being struck and decides it wants to be fire. “Paper,” I said softly, the word leaving a temporary fog on the window. “Promises.” And because I refused, on principle, to be the first to look away, I stood and let the city look back until dawn found us both.

"Then are you not going to call me 'honey' in front of Grandpa tomorrow? Are you not going to pretend we're happily married?" I quickly grabbed his hand and pressed my lips together. "We have to act in front of Grandpa. He really wants me to be happy. Please, act a little more convincingly. He doesn't have much time left. I just want him to be at peace." A slight smirk played on Julian's lips, and his expression tinged with a flicker of anticipation. "Alright. Then you'd better play your part too." … The next afternoon, Julian and I went to the hospital to see Grandpa.