#positivity

Happiness begins with you. Not with your relationship, your friends, or your job. but with you. ↗

— Mandy Hale

#happiness #happiness-positive-outlook #happy-life #positive-thinking #positive-thoughts

Never stop trying. Never stop believing. Never give up. Your day will come. ↗

— Mandy Hale

#courage #dreaming #dreams #faith #hope

During moments of strife and 'dis-ease', check your flow and redirect your focus to that which is naturally good. ↗

— T.F. Hodge

#disease #flow #good #natural #positivity

Positivity is like harmonics and patterns. Create positivity in your life, and allow it to interfere with more positivity. Allow that positivity to vibrate alongside more paths. The end result, is a beautiful day. However, why stop there? There is a reason that positivity parallels harmonics and patterns, so keep it going towards dream's end. If you feel like there isn't enough positivity in your life to get your day started, don't worry, I have plenty, so you can take some of mine. Infinity minus 1 is still infinity, so take some positivity from me, bathe in it, sing with it, and know that today, there is success within your value -- for you were able to wake up and treasure another day. ↗

— Lionel Suggs

#positivity #beauty

I've liked you better when Katsa's around," Giddon said. "She's so rotton to me that you seem positively pleasant in contrast ↗

— Kristin Cashore

#giddon #katsa #kristin-cashore #po #positivity

The inner voice is something which cannot be described in words. But sometimes we have a positive feeling that something in us prompts us to do a certain thing. The time when I learnt to recognise this voice was, I may say, the time when I started praying regularly. ↗

— Mahatma Gandhi

#positivity

I wanted color. I wanted to soar with happiness even if it meant dealing with the weight of fear and guilt, too. I wanted to live. ↗

— Heather Anastasiu

#happy #life #living #optimism #optimistic

What kind of woman was she? What kind of woman was it who called to me from that calamity on the Seventh Avenue line? What kind of woman do I love now, with a fealty that will not cease, not till my occluded arteries send their clots up to the spongy interiors in my skull and I go mute and slack? I love the kind of woman whose hair has gone gray in a not terribly flattering way, the kind who doesn't even notice how she has to keeps having to buy larger jeans, the kind who likes big cars because she doesn't like to be uncomfortable. I love this woman because she is gifted with astounding premonitory skills: no matter how uncertain, how despondent, how lost her mate feels, no matter how dire the circumstances, she nonetheless predicts that Everything will be roses. ↗

— Rick Moody

#optimism #positivity #women #love