Happy Life Quotes

The only consistent and unconditional happiness that we are promised can only be found INSIDE each one of us

We can possess many great lands by faith.

Happiness is a choice, To make a choice is utilizing your freewill to choose. Courage is getting out of your own way to let Happiness happen in your life in Abundance!

All seasons are beautifully filled with splendid wonders.

When something flipping out to the worse, don't feel bad. But be strong and make yourself hard so that the situations stop taking chance to hurt you.

Gratitude is one of the strongest pillars of a happy life.

You could place blames on everyone and everything out there for the lack of happiness in your life, but always bear in mind that only you could mentally deprive yourself from living a happy life.

Thank God for the gracious gift of life.

Lord thank you for thy faithfulness.

Problems are inevitable. Staying in control of your emotions is optional.

The quality of the results we get in our lives depends on the quality of the self-beliefs we hold.

Run your own race. Fear creeps in when we compare ourselves too much with others.

Our best friend and our worst enemy reside within us. Unfortunately, most of us access the latter far more often than the former.

Don't cry because first priority is happiness.

your vision should be like a DSLR lens, only positivity should be focused and negativity should be blurred

You are happy when you are enthusiastic and action-oriented, not when you are luxury and pleasure oriented.

I Am In Love With Myself, With My Heart.

To act upon the outer world and change it, you must be first be fine to act upon yourself.

I can feel myself getting happier as the days go on and it's the greatest feeling ever. Nothing is better than self improvement.

It is not as much about who you used to be, as it is about who you choose to be.

Happiness will never flourish in a life bereft of optimism.

I am moving as one with the universe.

If you follow your heart, you will be happy.

I want a long life, measured not in days and years but the moments that we spent together

Read books and be happy.

Though I exist in the realms of day and night, I'm only truly alive in the moments between.

And once the ripples still and the water returns to its unwavering calm, even the pebble that broke its surface will be forgotten. And the world will go on.

I was lost in the moments I decided to keep. To be awake in a dreamless sleep. And in that place between dream and sleep, I planted some more things I would like to keep.

She's an array of undiscovered words, of feeling beyond my threshold. I'm just a man, trying to hold himself together in her wake.

The flicker, the flutter, even thoughts can stutter.

It was her eyes. Soft, meadow-shade eyes with frostbitten edges. Every glance casually held gossamer infinity. Every stare revealed inky black abyss with a hint of divinity.

Woven words are little conviction when I present myself as a man of fiction.

She was carmine shadows reflecting from my crimson words. Every pulse sent a velvet ripple through the shade. Every breath, a scarlet pause.

With ravenous passion and reckless ambition he forged his thoughts into words, obsessed with the notion that dying would not be the last thing he would do.

He gave up. No hint of ember behind his eyes nor life in his breath. He snipped the last, overstretched strand of hope, and nicked the strand of life by mistake. He did it with his hands.

And though they fell as ashes, their shadows drifted as leaves.

She was poetry written in pen, scribbled and scrawled again and again.

She speaks in heartbeats and the rises of her chest, words forever seared in thoughts that will never rest.

He sang softly, less with words and more with thought. She cradled his head, stitching together his fragmented heart.

Adventures kept hidden, words kept silent. You became my greatest secret. And when you left, no one knew the source of the pain I felt. No one knew you existed, except my writhing heart.

That last bit of hope always lingered as a stubborn thread. Every time I would try to cut it I would feel it... a pulse. My pulse. My blood is hope.

I realized the world around me was fragmented and broken... I had to be gentle enough not to scrape against the jagged pieces. I would not be cut today.

She is beyond any mortal structure of words, yet she inspires the effort to try anyway.

That's what really broke me, she was better than any fantasy I could hope to imagine. I've spent my life creating, yet she was pristine the likes of which I could never fashion.

She was exactly right and wrong in the perfect sort of way. This kiss would be the first of many, she was the type of girl I would desperately fight for to stay.

She was the half-whispers born from half-thoughts, the half-breaths of dying half-hearts.

You are whole today, looking back at fragments of the past. Such a hollow foundation for such a powerful person.

All my past heartache and pain suddenly made sense. That was who I would not be to the person who deserves the best of me.

It was the end for something. It was the beginning for another. But in reality it just fell in the middle. In that confusing moment of time between my birth and my death.

I always thought time was the most valuable currency, but I realized the people we spent our time on and loved us back, that love held even more meaning to me.