Sometimes happiness fills our heart Sometimes happiness is just a smile Sometimes happiness is a handshake A hug A kiss Sometimes happiness is just love All the love in the world is just happiness The twinkle is my eye is hope Isn’t hope just a wishing for kindness Isn’t kindness just the sharing of love Isn’t love just happiness
It's like everyone tells a story about themselves inside their own head. Always. All the time. That story makes you what you are. We build ourselves out of that story. — Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind
