I’ve always thought people would find a lot more pleasure in their routines if they burst into song at significant moments.
Happiness quite unshared can scarcely be called happiness; it has no taste.
And I urge you to please notice when you are happy, and exclaim or murmur or think at some point, ‘If this isn’t nice, I don’t know what is.
You’re a guardian angel now.” I was still too much in awe to wrap my mind around it, but at the same time I felt amazement, curiosity…happiness.
“I’m your guardian angel,” he said.
“I get my very own guardian angel? What, exactly, is your job description?”
“Guard your body.” His smile tipped higher. “I take my job seriously, which means I’m going to need to get acquainted with the subject matter on a personal level.
I’m always happy,” Sasha said. “Sometimes I just forget.
Letting go means to come to the realization that some people are a part of your history, but not a part of your destiny.
A child can teach an adult three things: to be happy for no reason, to always be busy with something, and to know how to demand with all his might that which he desires.
Happiness [is] only real when shared
I have the choice of being constantly active and happy or introspectively passive and sad. Or I can go mad by ricocheting in between.
I don’t know if you’ve ever felt like that. That you wanted to sleep for a thousand years. Or just not exist. Or just not be aware that you do exist. Or something like that. I think wanting that is very morbid, but I want it when I get like this. That’s why I’m trying not to think. I just want it all to stop spinning.