Mal

You're like a grey sky. You're beautiful, even though you don't want to be.

If love is blind, then maybe a blind person that loves has a greater understanding of it.

There is nothing more beautiful than seeing a person being themselves. Imagine going through your day being unapologetically you.

Never did the world make a queen of a girl who hides in houses and dreams without traveling.

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

You may not be her first, her last, or her only. She loved before she may love again. But if she loves you now, what else matters? She's not perfect—you aren't either, and the two of you may never be perfect together but if she can make you laugh, cause you to think twice, and admit to being human and making mistakes, hold onto her and give her the most you can. She may not be thinking about you every second of the day, but she will give you a part of her that she knows you can break—her heart. So don't hurt her, don't change her, don't analyze and don't expect more than she can give. Smile when she makes you happy, let her know when she makes you mad, and miss her when she's not there.

Today you are You, that is truer than true. There is no one alive who is Youer than You.

Folks are usually about as happy as they make their minds up to be.

When one door of happiness closes, another opens; but often we look so long at the closed door that we do not see the one which has been opened for us.

So, this is my life. And I want you to know that I am both happy and sad and I'm still trying to figure out how that could be.

Time you enjoy wasting is not wasted time.

It's so hard to forget pain, but it's even harder to remember sweetness. We have no scar to show for happiness. We learn so little from peace.

I finally understood what true love meant...love meant that you care for another person's happiness more than your own, no matter how painful the choices you face might be.

He’s not perfect. You aren’t either, and the two of you will never be perfect. But if he can make you laugh at least once, causes you to think twice, and if he admits to being human and making mistakes, hold onto him and give him the most you can. He isn’t going to quote poetry, he’s not thinking about you every moment, but he will give you a part of him that he knows you could break. Don’t hurt him, don’t change him, and don’t expect for more than he can give. Don’t analyze. Smile when he makes you happy, yell when he makes you mad, and miss him when he’s not there. Love hard when there is love to be had. Because perfect guys don’t exist, but there’s always one guy that is perfect for you.

Happiness in intelligent people is the rarest thing I know.

Happiness is when what you think, what you say, and what you do are in harmony.

There's nothing like deep breaths after laughing that hard. Nothing in the world like a sore stomach for the right reasons.

You will never be happy if you continue to search for what happiness consists of. You will never live if you are looking for the meaning of life.

Like most misery, it started with apparent happiness.

I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story. From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked. One fig was a husband and a happy home and children, and another fig was a famous poet and another fig was a brilliant professor, and another fig was Ee Gee, the amazing editor, and another fig was Europe and Africa and South America, and another fig was Constantin and Socrates and Attila and a pack of other lovers with queer names and offbeat professions, and another fig was an Olympic lady crew champion, and beyond and above these figs were many more figs I couldn't quite make out. I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn't make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet.

The only way to find true happiness is to risk being completely cut open.

Let us be grateful to the people who make us happy; they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom.

There are no happy endings.
Endings are the saddest part,
So just give me a happy middle
And a very happy start.

Some cause happiness wherever they go; others whenever they go.



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