There was the cake. There were 14 candles and the people who didn’t care wether she lived or died surrounded her, their smiles plastered on and ready. The fire glared ad they all surrounded her and again she felt small. “I wish for happiness” she thought. The flame was now gone. Later in the night, she could hear the putter of rain, and ran out. The drops drenched her, and she could feel all of it slowly wash away. She smiled, ran and danced. For a moment the gaping hole was smaller. For a moment, in the fleeting joy of harsh rain -she was happy.
Happily ever afters. I never understood them or cared enough to but now I was really starting to wish that I was a princess and I would get swept off by my Prince Charming. Not that it was going to happy anytime soon. Sometimes when I dream, I wish, and I wish that maybe one day after everything works itself out I’ll be standing there donned in white with him telling me that my life was a fairytale one that went badly but I’d get another chance at happily ever after. I could always wish.
An emotion so often overlooked by the torments of the day, which are far too many and with far too much attention paid to them. Happy is an emotion I feel in a certain picture in my mind. Its dawn, yet the sun’s glow is warmth here. I’ve done my readings, I worked yesterday and have another two days off. I wrote a great story just last night and will write another in an hour. I arrive at a field and run, tall grass spreading in my usher, no sound but the wind, no animal but me and I, alone, smile with the sun on the horizon, thinking of the strength of my brother, the memory of my dad, the lessons of my mother, and everything, that’s allowed me to come to this moment. Here. Just…happy.
She was happy, for the forst time in her life. After all of those years, drowning in pain, the sun had come out. She felt alive, recharged.
No one knew what wa going on inside her mind at that moment, but some could tell from the distant tears in her eyes and the slight upturning of her lips.
I would love to be happy. It should not be hard. Being happy should be the first requirement of being human. There is so much to be happy about. Just look around, abundance is everywhere…and yet…
I never knew the feeling, it was always so foreign to me. As I was growing up, I saw somber looks in my family member’s faces. As if there was always a death. I knew why when I grew up. I was sick and always had been. They treated me differently. I was never happy after I realized I was different, that I was strange. Broken.
When you’re happy, you smile a lot and the world seems brighter. A lot of things can make a person happy, like spending times with their friends and family, or the person they’re in love with. However, a lot of things can make a person unhappy. Like when they lose someone near and dear to them. However, being happy is a great feeling. It’s one of the reasons to live your life.
Happy is an urge that comes upon and can not be controlled. Happy is when every fibre sighs “it’s gonna be ok” and an uncontrollable smile rises from cheek to cheek. Happy is feeling infinite and living on the edge of tomorrow.
OH this is a relief to see this word. happy. I first think of the song, by never shout never, happy. I takes me think of my boyfriend who has recently come into my life and made me beyond what I ever thought happy could be. Happy is something my friend is not because she broke u with her girlfriend today. isn’t it strange that that is what makes her happy, a girlfriend. happiness is so unexplainable.
Most people think frogs would be happy creatures. They would be wrong. I haven’t been happy once in my goddamn life. Flies and lily pads, what sort of life is that? There’s no substance, so excitement…I am so disappointed with what I have.
I smile.
Teeth showing white
eyes glistening.
Wrinkles form around my
eyes and mouth.
Genuine.
I am
happy.
It may he temporary,
or it may last.
No one knows.
I just smile.
It is
genuine.
Happy… She looked up and saw his face. His sun-baked, freckled face. Eyes twinkling with ambition, heart beating with triumph. Dirt streaked his ruddy cheeks and sweat shined on his forehead. He looked at her with the one look he gave no one else. The look she owned and he grinned playfully. She felt content and proud. She knew that this was one of the happiest moments of his life. If he was happy so was she.
Happiness is a warm balloon full of my favorite song. Happiness is an envelope filled with love, and hot chocolate after sled riding while still dripping with snow. It’s cold toes next to the fire and autumn leaves and cardigans. Happiness is whatever that one thing is that makes one moment feel like it is the only moment that matters, the only reality in the world that contains any importance, and the only thing that makes you feel like your on top of the world.
im happy when im with my family doing things that matter to both me and them. i love being with people who make me smile and i am happy when those around me are happy. I love seeing other people enjoying life at its simplest because that is when I enjoy life the most. I try to always be happy.
Happiness runs in a circular motion
Love is like a little boat upon the sea
Everybody is a part of everything anyway
You can be happy if you let yourself be
Why, oh because
Why, oh because
Why oh because
Why oh because
When I see “happy” I think of family, friends, pets, the things that make me smile. I can be happy anywhere by thinking of the things that really matter most. Isn’t that a good thing?
We can’t always be happy and stay happy of course. But we can remember how to be happy again…
Wondering what it will be like. when Happy returns to my life. Been away for a while now but I do expect it back. I will be fulfilled, content, energised, and confident when Happy returns. Why did you leave?
Happy is bright sunlight when no one’s looking. Happy is the feeling you get on the bus after a long ride home where it is the perfect amount of warmth. Happy is what I am whenI see the faces of my community, tired but happy at the end of the supermarket trip. Happy is what I am when i’m with you. Happy is life.
happiness make mes happy i love being happy
happy is a bareatiful thing to beeee i hope to be happy for the res tof my lfie
happiness brigns the best out of people
happiness feels great and peaqceful
happuiness guides a peaceful lifee and experience happiness lead you to so many adventures and eye opening travels appiness is something everyone sheould achieve
From my sleepy haze, a smile slipped across my face. The tests and projects and homework on my desk didn’t matter; all that did was that I felt right with my place here and who I was with and what I was doing. I was moving forward as comfortably as I pleased, and I had never had that privilege before.
i was walking along the road in the middle where everyone says you shouldn’t walk, you know right in between those yellow lines when all of a sudden he took my hand and he started walking beside me. i had to look up to him to meet his eyes and we just smiled. and then i silently prayed that this moment would never end. and walk we did.
happy. thats how i feel right now. theres no reason to be mad at things. Things will always get better in the future. What matters is, one should always be in a good mood. It will actually harm a person if a person is constantly unhappy. I want to be happy. I tell myself to be happy. I know I should be happy. There are too many negative people in the world.
i’m happy. the quiz is cancelled. i don’t have any homework. well, after this essay. that’ll be a breeze. i can whip out an essay in twenty minutes and still get an A. i sit down at the computer, ready to go. but my hands are frozen over the keys. what do i write? writer’s block has struck. i am not happy.
what is happiness? the ability to bless other people and give joy and then see it. Being happy is being alive. It’s important to realize when we are living life to truly live.
I am happy. Complacent. Happy to know that in a few years, I will be doing amazing things, meeting amazing people, falling in and out of love; eating fantastic food; going to the most extraordinary destinations that God has laid out just for us. There are times where it won’t always be easy: there will be times where I am still searching for what the world has to offer, listless, and maybe even when I would want to find the flattest part of the Earth to walk off of it. But, I digress, because, at the moment I am happy and I will still work to be.
I am happy that it is Sunday but sad that tomorrow is Monday. I am retired and it really doesn’t matter, but after so many years, it’s just a habit to dread tomorrow. Maybe as I get older, that will stop happening. Anyway, happy Monday everybody.
From the time I got off the bus, and helped build the fences amongst the beaches’ sand dunes, to the sticky fingered deliciousness of the Atlantic boardwalk, this weekend has made me happy indeed.
Happy. I think I’m happy. I wake up every day, I wake up make my morning coffee and I think, damn this coffee is good. Ha, I’m happy for my morning coffee. I’m happest when I’m skiier. I’m happiest when I was with him but most importantly I’m happisn’t when its just me and I’m alone where I can stop and stand where I am in that moment and take a second to enjoy the happiness before it fades.
things that make me happy are being with family, having fun, being calm and reading. I am happy when i am complimented on doing something well – which i why i love to dance. Happiness in others is a smile on their face, in a thank you for your help , and n a hug of appreciation. Happiness is that heart is full feeling. when you are walking on sunshine.
Since that day I have yet to find any happiness. Pain still runs fresh through my body. It fills every corner of my heart and every chamber of my mind. Happiness isn’t real. Not in my world. It’s a lie that has been fed to me but I finally figured i out.
I was quite happy to be apart of such a wonderful bunch of misfortunes today. As we sat around the table, drinking our coffee and teas, there was nothing else to say but the things we were accustomed to. Whether it was hypothermia, malnutrition, or just the common flu, something linked us together, something that became a happy coincidence.
happy its the best feeling in the world, u feel like nothing can stop you, you own the world and everything in it , you love everyone and everything. you can imagine. to be a princess, a dragon, a pirate. u can be anything when your happy.
Have you ever kissed like that before
asked he
a happy smile it was
then a a foxy look
I was frightened yet happy
I knew what the next question would be
Attention to attainment, a tension. There are smiles placed in convenient spaces and with the simplest of whispers erased.
There was the cake. There were 14 candles and the people who didn’t care wether she lived or died surrounded her, their smiles plastered on and ready. The fire glared ad they all surrounded her and again she felt small. “I wish for happiness” she thought. The flame was now gone. Later in the night, she could hear the putter of rain, and ran out. The drops drenched her, and she could feel all of it slowly wash away. She smiled, ran and danced. For a moment the gaping hole was smaller. For a moment, in the fleeting joy of harsh rain -she was happy.
Happily ever afters. I never understood them or cared enough to but now I was really starting to wish that I was a princess and I would get swept off by my Prince Charming. Not that it was going to happy anytime soon. Sometimes when I dream, I wish, and I wish that maybe one day after everything works itself out I’ll be standing there donned in white with him telling me that my life was a fairytale one that went badly but I’d get another chance at happily ever after. I could always wish.
An emotion so often overlooked by the torments of the day, which are far too many and with far too much attention paid to them. Happy is an emotion I feel in a certain picture in my mind. Its dawn, yet the sun’s glow is warmth here. I’ve done my readings, I worked yesterday and have another two days off. I wrote a great story just last night and will write another in an hour. I arrive at a field and run, tall grass spreading in my usher, no sound but the wind, no animal but me and I, alone, smile with the sun on the horizon, thinking of the strength of my brother, the memory of my dad, the lessons of my mother, and everything, that’s allowed me to come to this moment. Here. Just…happy.
She was happy, for the forst time in her life. After all of those years, drowning in pain, the sun had come out. She felt alive, recharged.
No one knew what wa going on inside her mind at that moment, but some could tell from the distant tears in her eyes and the slight upturning of her lips.
happy days, happy thoughts, happy smiles happy rots
I would love to be happy. It should not be hard. Being happy should be the first requirement of being human. There is so much to be happy about. Just look around, abundance is everywhere…and yet…
I never knew the feeling, it was always so foreign to me. As I was growing up, I saw somber looks in my family member’s faces. As if there was always a death. I knew why when I grew up. I was sick and always had been. They treated me differently. I was never happy after I realized I was different, that I was strange. Broken.
When you’re happy, you smile a lot and the world seems brighter. A lot of things can make a person happy, like spending times with their friends and family, or the person they’re in love with. However, a lot of things can make a person unhappy. Like when they lose someone near and dear to them. However, being happy is a great feeling. It’s one of the reasons to live your life.
Happy is an urge that comes upon and can not be controlled. Happy is when every fibre sighs “it’s gonna be ok” and an uncontrollable smile rises from cheek to cheek. Happy is feeling infinite and living on the edge of tomorrow.
OH this is a relief to see this word. happy. I first think of the song, by never shout never, happy. I takes me think of my boyfriend who has recently come into my life and made me beyond what I ever thought happy could be. Happy is something my friend is not because she broke u with her girlfriend today. isn’t it strange that that is what makes her happy, a girlfriend. happiness is so unexplainable.
Most people think frogs would be happy creatures. They would be wrong. I haven’t been happy once in my goddamn life. Flies and lily pads, what sort of life is that? There’s no substance, so excitement…I am so disappointed with what I have.
I smile.
Teeth showing white
eyes glistening.
Wrinkles form around my
eyes and mouth.
Genuine.
I am
happy.
It may he temporary,
or it may last.
No one knows.
I just smile.
It is
genuine.
Happy… She looked up and saw his face. His sun-baked, freckled face. Eyes twinkling with ambition, heart beating with triumph. Dirt streaked his ruddy cheeks and sweat shined on his forehead. He looked at her with the one look he gave no one else. The look she owned and he grinned playfully. She felt content and proud. She knew that this was one of the happiest moments of his life. If he was happy so was she.
Happiness is a warm balloon full of my favorite song. Happiness is an envelope filled with love, and hot chocolate after sled riding while still dripping with snow. It’s cold toes next to the fire and autumn leaves and cardigans. Happiness is whatever that one thing is that makes one moment feel like it is the only moment that matters, the only reality in the world that contains any importance, and the only thing that makes you feel like your on top of the world.
im happy when im with my family doing things that matter to both me and them. i love being with people who make me smile and i am happy when those around me are happy. I love seeing other people enjoying life at its simplest because that is when I enjoy life the most. I try to always be happy.
Happiness runs in a circular motion
Love is like a little boat upon the sea
Everybody is a part of everything anyway
You can be happy if you let yourself be
Why, oh because
Why, oh because
Why oh because
Why oh because
Happiness runs happiness runs
Happiness
Happiness runs, happiness runs
Happiness runs happiness runs
Happiness
Happiness runs, happiness runs
When I see “happy” I think of family, friends, pets, the things that make me smile. I can be happy anywhere by thinking of the things that really matter most. Isn’t that a good thing?
We can’t always be happy and stay happy of course. But we can remember how to be happy again…
Wondering what it will be like. when Happy returns to my life. Been away for a while now but I do expect it back. I will be fulfilled, content, energised, and confident when Happy returns. Why did you leave?
Happy is bright sunlight when no one’s looking. Happy is the feeling you get on the bus after a long ride home where it is the perfect amount of warmth. Happy is what I am whenI see the faces of my community, tired but happy at the end of the supermarket trip. Happy is what I am when i’m with you. Happy is life.
I was happy to sit there , the aroma of rain swiftly surfacing through the oak trees ..
happiness make mes happy i love being happy
happy is a bareatiful thing to beeee i hope to be happy for the res tof my lfie
happiness brigns the best out of people
happiness feels great and peaqceful
happuiness guides a peaceful lifee and experience happiness lead you to so many adventures and eye opening travels appiness is something everyone sheould achieve
From my sleepy haze, a smile slipped across my face. The tests and projects and homework on my desk didn’t matter; all that did was that I felt right with my place here and who I was with and what I was doing. I was moving forward as comfortably as I pleased, and I had never had that privilege before.
i was walking along the road in the middle where everyone says you shouldn’t walk, you know right in between those yellow lines when all of a sudden he took my hand and he started walking beside me. i had to look up to him to meet his eyes and we just smiled. and then i silently prayed that this moment would never end. and walk we did.
a full glass. sitting on the table, wanting nothing. divine nirvana. looking through you. moving with your eyes.
lately a meaningless word. It’s a flickering fate, an unsoothable, returning ache.
happy. thats how i feel right now. theres no reason to be mad at things. Things will always get better in the future. What matters is, one should always be in a good mood. It will actually harm a person if a person is constantly unhappy. I want to be happy. I tell myself to be happy. I know I should be happy. There are too many negative people in the world.
i’m happy. the quiz is cancelled. i don’t have any homework. well, after this essay. that’ll be a breeze. i can whip out an essay in twenty minutes and still get an A. i sit down at the computer, ready to go. but my hands are frozen over the keys. what do i write? writer’s block has struck. i am not happy.
what is happiness? the ability to bless other people and give joy and then see it. Being happy is being alive. It’s important to realize when we are living life to truly live.
I feel happy when it rains. When I’m laughing. When I’m with people I love. When I sing. When I get a new dress. When I feel pretty.
I am happy. Complacent. Happy to know that in a few years, I will be doing amazing things, meeting amazing people, falling in and out of love; eating fantastic food; going to the most extraordinary destinations that God has laid out just for us. There are times where it won’t always be easy: there will be times where I am still searching for what the world has to offer, listless, and maybe even when I would want to find the flattest part of the Earth to walk off of it. But, I digress, because, at the moment I am happy and I will still work to be.
I am happy that it is Sunday but sad that tomorrow is Monday. I am retired and it really doesn’t matter, but after so many years, it’s just a habit to dread tomorrow. Maybe as I get older, that will stop happening. Anyway, happy Monday everybody.
From the time I got off the bus, and helped build the fences amongst the beaches’ sand dunes, to the sticky fingered deliciousness of the Atlantic boardwalk, this weekend has made me happy indeed.
Happy. I think I’m happy. I wake up every day, I wake up make my morning coffee and I think, damn this coffee is good. Ha, I’m happy for my morning coffee. I’m happest when I’m skiier. I’m happiest when I was with him but most importantly I’m happisn’t when its just me and I’m alone where I can stop and stand where I am in that moment and take a second to enjoy the happiness before it fades.
things that make me happy are being with family, having fun, being calm and reading. I am happy when i am complimented on doing something well – which i why i love to dance. Happiness in others is a smile on their face, in a thank you for your help , and n a hug of appreciation. Happiness is that heart is full feeling. when you are walking on sunshine.
Since that day I have yet to find any happiness. Pain still runs fresh through my body. It fills every corner of my heart and every chamber of my mind. Happiness isn’t real. Not in my world. It’s a lie that has been fed to me but I finally figured i out.
I was quite happy to be apart of such a wonderful bunch of misfortunes today. As we sat around the table, drinking our coffee and teas, there was nothing else to say but the things we were accustomed to. Whether it was hypothermia, malnutrition, or just the common flu, something linked us together, something that became a happy coincidence.
the life i live. the life that ive worked hard to get. the life that will be for ever endless, hopefully.
happy its the best feeling in the world, u feel like nothing can stop you, you own the world and everything in it , you love everyone and everything. you can imagine. to be a princess, a dragon, a pirate. u can be anything when your happy.
Have you ever kissed like that before
asked he
a happy smile it was
then a a foxy look
I was frightened yet happy
I knew what the next question would be