3,033 Quotes About Happy

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.

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

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

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

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.

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

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

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.