It wasn't awful to be a man's sex object if you wanted to be, if it made you feel good, if everyone was happy in the end.
There are no endings for any of us, happy or otherwise, until we die. A fairy tale only ends happily because that’s the point where the storyteller stops telling the story.
People are going to think I'm morbid, loving all these sad books. I actually don't mind a happy ending in a novel—certainly, it's nice when it happens. But when you've invested so much time and your fingers have pushed through all that paper and yo...
If the ending is not happy, the story is not finished.
But I'm a villain and villains don't get happy endings.
I have an instinctual distrust of conventional happy endings.
If you want a happy ending, that depends, of course, on where you stop your story.
Always follow your dreams with all your heart, no matter how unpopular they are in the minds of others. At the end of the day, what matters the most is being happy with the life that you are living.
I asked, "You mean, you might as well spend your life going upward, through the happy places, since heaven and hell - the destinations - are the same thing anyway?" "Same - same," he said. "Same in end, so better to be happy on journey." I said, "So,...
So here is one of my theories on happiness: we cannot know if we have lived a truly happy life until the very end. This view of life and death was reinforced by my close witnessing of the buildup to the death of Philip Gould. Philip was without doubt...
At the end of the day it’s not ‘what looks good’ that matters, it’s ‘what feels’ good.
But in the end they were not called saints because of the way they died, or because of their visions or wondrous deeds, but because of their extraordinary capacity for love and goodness, which reminded others of the love of God.
You’ve gone far away to a place with no horses and very little grass, and you’re studying how to write a story with a happy ending. If you can write that ending for yourself, maybe you can come back.
The reason I write romance is that I like happy endings. The idea, you know, 'It's not literature unless is ends badly,' and I really don't like that. There's enough misery and bad things happening in the world.
When God broke his deal with me, I turned to the Devil. In the end, I wasn't happy. I realized that the imagination of a perfect being was more limited than that of the imperfect one. Color me unimpressed by the Actus Purus.
And keep them thinking in terms of 'being good' as this is not an end so much as a means to something else —happiness, respect, self-esteem, etc… And whatever their true end is, take it away, and so goes their goodness.
When I imagine changing places with her I get the feeling I do on finishing a novel with a brick-wall happy ending---I mean the kind of ending when you never think any more about the characters.
But she always kept on until the end. She knew, as i knew, that you don't stop a story half done. You keep on going, through heartbreak and pain and fear, and times there is a happy ending, and times there isn't. Don't matter. You don't cut a flower ...
Happy soul;begin and end your day with music.
There is no end of craving. Hence contentment alone is the best way to happiness. Therefore, acquire contentment.
Happy endings are for people that can't survive the alternative. What a bunch of wimps.
