#happiness

She needed to recover. His father had died in January; it was only the end of May. They needed to stick to the routine they'd established during the intervening months. in that way, their life would return to its original shape, like a spring stretched in bad times but contracting eventually into happiness. That the world could come permanently unsprung had never occurred to him. (223) ↗

— David Wroblewski

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To me, happiness can be over rated. ↗

— Donna M. Zadunajsky

#life #life

She had been proud of his decision to serve his country, her heart bursting with love and admiration the first time she saw him outfitted in his dress blues. ↗

— Nicholas Sparks

#love #military #love

You have to be happy with who you are and the choices you make. If you don't like yourself, you'll never be truly happy. ↗

— Taylor Swift

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سعادتنا نقسمها على اثنين ... تعاستنا نضربها فى اثنين ↗

— أنيس منصور

#life #life

Love is that condition in which the happiness of another person is essential to your own. ↗

— Robert A. Heinlein

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Happiness is the consequence of personal effort. You fight for it, strive for it, insist upon it, and sometimes even travel around the world looking for it. You have to participate relentlessly in the manifestations of your own blessings. And once you have achieved a state of happiness, you must never become lax about maintaining it. You must make a mighty effort to keep swimming upward into that happiness forever, to stay afloat on top of it. ↗

— Elizabeth Gilbert

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I know that's what people say-- you'll get over it. I'd say it, too. But I know it's not true. Oh, youll be happy again, never fear. But you won't forget. Every time you fall in love it will be because something in the man reminds you of him. ↗

— Betty Smith

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Sometimes you get everything you ever wanted, only it doesn't look like what you wanted anymore. ↗

— Leila Sales

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He took a hairpin out of my untidy hair (by now my complicated arrangement of ringlets must have looked as if a couple of birds had been nesting there); he took a strand of it and wound it around his finger. With his other hand he began stroking my face, and then he bent down and kissed me again, this time very cautiously. I closed my eyes - and the same thing happened as before: my brain suffered that delicious break in transmission. ↗

— Kerstin Gier

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