This Is What Happy Looks Like Quotes

“Exactly. How can you know it makes you happy if you’ve never experienced it?”
“There are different kinds of happy,” she said. “Some kinds don’t need any proof.”
― Jennifer E. Smith, This Is What Happy Looks Like

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Sunrises over the harbor. Ice cream on a hot day. The sound of the waves down the street. The way my dog curls up next to me on the couch. Evening strolls. Great movies. Thunderstorms. A good cheeseburger. Fridays. Saturdays. Wednesdays, even. Sticking your toes in the water. Pajama pants. Flip-flops. Swimming. Poetry. The absence of smiley faces in an e-mail.

What does it look like to you?”
― Jennifer E. Smith, This Is What Happy Looks Like

“Childhood memories were like airplane luggage; no matter how far you were traveling or how long you needed them to last, you were only ever allowed two bags. And while those bags might hold a few hazy recollections—a diner with a jukebox at the table, being pushed on a swing set, the way it felt to be picked up and spun around—it didn’t seem enough to last a whole lifetime.”
― Jennifer E. Smith, This Is What Happy Looks Like

“I never said I was good,” he told her, taking the pen. “Just that I liked doing it.”
“That’s the best kind of good.”
― Jennifer E. Smith, This Is What Happy Looks Like

“Maybe growing up was really nothing more than growing away: from your old life, from your old self, from all those things that kept you tethered to your past.”
― Jennifer E. Smith, This Is What Happy Looks Like

“It was exactly as he’d thought it would be, like the first time and the millionth time all at once, like being wide awake, like losing his balance. Only this time, it wasn’t just him; this time, they were losing their balance together.”
― Jennifer E. Smith, This Is What Happy Looks Like

“Nothing's all that scary if you can see it coming.”
― Jennifer E. Smith, This Is What Happy Looks Like

“No matter how long it’s been or how far you’ve drifted, no matter how unknowable you might be, there were at least two people in the world whose job it was to see you, to find you, to recognize you and reel you back in. No matter what.”
― Jennifer E. Smith, This Is What Happy Looks Like

“Looks like the wrong kind of bait can get you the right kind of fish.”
― Jennifer E. Smith, This Is What Happy Looks Like

“It seemed to Ellie that you could tell a lot about someone by the way they carried a secret—by how safe they kept it, how soon they told, the way they acted when they were trying to keep it from spilling out.”
― Jennifer E. Smith, This Is What Happy Looks Like

“I'm not sure I'm quite finished saying hello yet.”
― Jennifer E. Smith, This Is What Happy Looks Like

“He hadn't realized how much it could mean, having someone to talk to like that; he hadn't realized that it could be a kind of lifeline, and that without it, there would be nobody to save you if you started to drown.”
― Jennifer E. Smith, This Is What Happy Looks Like

“The geography of the thing wasn’t the point; it didn’t matter where they were: there was still too much space between them.”
― Jennifer E. Smith, This Is What Happy Looks Like

“Maybe there was something safe in the not knowing, something that made it feel like all the mundane questions you were usually required to ask were not all that important after all.”
― Jennifer E. Smith, This Is What Happy Looks Like

“Salutations," he said, and she smiled.
"Good morning."
"Yeah," he said. "It really is.”
― Jennifer E. Smith, This Is What Happy Looks Like

“But from where he was standing, he could see her perfectly: the wavy red hair and the oversize T-shirt with a smiling lobster on the front, the way her legs were tucked up beneath her on the swing, and the freckles across her nose. He could see her, and it was just like he’d thought. It was just like being punched in the stomach.”
― Jennifer E. Smith, This Is What Happy Looks Like

“The morning felt like a mixing bowl just waiting for its ingredients; there was a sense of possibility to it, a promise of something more to come.”
― Jennifer E. Smith, This Is What Happy Looks Like

“He’d mistaken loneliness for independence, and had become so good at closing himself off from the world that it took an e-mail from Ellie to remind him what it was like to have a real conversation.”
― Jennifer E. Smith, This Is What Happy Looks Like

“So that means your mom's okay with everything?"
"She will be," Ellie said. "We both will."
Graham nodded. "I'm glad."
"She took it better than expected. If you'd asked me yesterday, I would've guessed I'd be locked in my room tonight."
He waved this away. "I'd have to come to rescue you," he told her. "I might not have a white horse, but I do have a very portly pig."
"How romantic," Ellie said.”
― Jennifer E. Smith, This Is What Happy Looks Like

“He'd thought this was the start of something. But clearly she'd changed her mind, and he felt stunned by how quickly the whole thing had unraveled, the end coming before the beginning really even had a chance to begin. His poor telescope heart - that fragile, precious thing - would have probably been better left in the box.”
― Jennifer E. Smith, This Is What Happy Looks Like

“How are you supposed to find what you’re looking for if you’re not convinced it’s even out there?”
― Jennifer E. Smith, This Is What Happy Looks Like

“Together they waited for the sky to flip over like the turning of a page, the bone-colored moon giving way to a brilliant sun, the promise of a new day, and Ellie was surprised to find herself thinking of the little town in France, the one with all the miracles. She could only hope that in a place filled with so many wonders, it would have still been possible to appreciate something as remarkable and ordinary as all this.”
― Jennifer E. Smith, This Is What Happy Looks Like

“He was surprised to find how much he missed writing to her. For so many months, she'd been the person on the other end of all his musings, and now she was gone and his thoughts were left buzzing around inside his head like frantic fireflies in a jar. He hadn't realized how much it could mean, having someone to talk to like that; he hadn't realized that it could be a kind of lifeline, and that without it, there would be nobody to save you if you started to drown.”
― Jennifer E. Smith, This Is What Happy Looks Like

“And like every ending, it was a strange mix of exuberance and sorrow.”
― Jennifer E. Smith, This Is What Happy Looks Like

“The end coming before the beginning really even had a chance to begin.”
― Jennifer E. Smith, This Is What Happy Looks Like

“Now it was like her brain was split in two. One half understood that the person writing to her was just down the street. But the other half still couldn't let go of the more general idea of him, the comforting and mysterious stranger with whom she could talk about anything. His sudden presence here had thrown her wildly off balance, and even as she noticed--with a little thrill--that a new email from him had indeed arrived, there was something disconcerting about it.”
― Jennifer E. Smith, This Is What Happy Looks Like

“It had always been the two of them through everything -every adventure and every expedition- and now there was this awful distance between them, and she tried not to think about all the stories they were missing out on, all the litle moments and bigger milestones that had happened over the past few weeks without the other knowing”
― Jennifer E. Smith, This Is What Happy Looks Like

“She could only hope that in a place filled with so many wonders, it would have still been possible to appreciate something as remarkable and ordinary as all this.”
― Jennifer E. Smith, This Is What Happy Looks Like

“Maybe they were nothing more than a footnote.”
― Jennifer E. Smith, This Is What Happy Looks Like

“And though it seemed odd that she still didn't know his name, something kept her from asking. Those two little words, she knew, would inevitably set off a chain reaction: first Google, then Facebook, then Twitter, and on and on, mining the twists and turns of the internet until all the mystery had been wrung out of the thing.”
― Jennifer E. Smith, This Is What Happy Looks Like