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Smugness is the Great Catholic Sin.
Happy enough to smile like a man getting a hand job from a shake weight enthusiast.
Always the tone of surpise.
Miserably. Forty minutes later, the group
There is nothing Clever about not being Happy
Boast quietly, with decorum.
Gloating is a superficial glowing, floating is an idle flowing, and bloatedness is the paralysis of blowing up; because silent movement results in loud victories.
blissful as ignorance,
I've got such a disgusting, wide, smug grin on my face all the time that my friends just want to slap me. I've never been so happy.
He looked both proud and guilty of something. As if happiness was a reward and he wasn't sure he'd done enough to deserve it.
Happier than a bird with a french fry.
I'm always happy. I've just got a mean face.
Like a girl, a baby running after her mother, begging to be picked up, and she tugs on her skirts, holding her back as she tries to hurry off - all tears, fawning up at her, till she takes her in her arms ... That's how you look, Patroclus, streaming live tears.
Swelling in anger or sparkling in glee.
I had to try and find a way to express happiness without sounding corny.
I am malicious because I am miserable
You should try smiling, yourself,' he had said with a sudden flash of spirit. 'Do you never tire of being displeased, Darcy? Upon my soul, I believe you take pleasure in finding fault and looking at the world with disdain.
Those who feel themselves despised do well to look despising.
Wear yourself proudly.
She seemed happy, though perhaps a bit desperately so
Happier than a terrier in a barrel full of rats
Oh, how unbearable is a happy person sometimes!
I do not say correct or savory. I do not say seemly or even natural. I say serious. Sensationally serious. Unspeakably serious. Solemnly, recklessly, blissfully serious.
Be happy, be joyful.
I don't know how to be this happy.
Joyful, joyful, joyful,
as only dogs know how to be happy
with only the autonomy
of their shameless spirit.
It is horrid to smirk.
I'm not "happy" but I'm not unhappy about it.
So, with smiles of most exquisite misery, and the laughing eye of utter despondency,
What might once have been called whining is now exalted as a process of asserting selfhood; self-absorption is regarded as a form of self-expression ...
You sounded frustrated and pissed off and amazingly happy
It is sufficient for you that the one who envies you is distressed at the time of your joy.
like an angry diamond,
I am satisfied: miserable wretch! you have determined to live, and I am satisfied.
I'm not going to hide the fact that I am a happy person.
I laughed derisively.
"For goodness' sake, don't start gargling now. This is serious."
"I was laughing."
"Oh, were you? Well, I'm glad to see you taking it in this merry spirit."
"Derisively," I explained.
It is not swinish to be happy unless one is happy in swinish ways.
He's happier." Sully stares down at me. "He's happier with you too, you know." We're both smiling for a long moment. Being the cause of someone's happiness, well - that feels like love, doesn't it?
I laugh a lot and count my blessings.
It is not arrogant or egotistical to feel good inside. You had nothing to do with it. It's simply the honest response to clearly perceived Reality.
Weep for what little things could make them glad.
You don't seem it." "I am happy." "But you've just given me all the reasons I don't need to have
Oh, do not scowl at me, reader, I do not intend to convey the impression that I did not manage to be happy.
He had a look of composed dissatisfaction, as if he understood life thoroughly.
I don't like to sit back and gloat, because the world is fragile. Life is fragile, so I never really gloat.
We have a moral obligation to act happy even if we don't feel it
If you look up schadenfreude on Wikipedia, you'll see a picture of me with a snide smile on my face.
There are few things more ungodly than fake joy when you should be mourning.
How dare he look so freaking smug like he'd just ticked an item off a sex list? Going down on Matilda. Check.
An arrogant laughs at repentance.
I have a preponderance to look smug in photos; something to do with the way my mouth turns up at the corners.
It is a terrible thing to be happy! How pleased we are with it! How all-sufficient we think it! How, being in possession of the false aim of life, happiness, we forget the true aim, duty!
I'm very nonchalant. I don't care about anything.
embarrassing himself, he
There is a pleasure in not being pleased.
She looks really happy."
"Everyone looks happy on Facebook."
"I know, right? What's up with that?
Unhappiness does make people look stupid.
You're angry with me." I heard him sigh.
"I'm not angry. I don't get angry."
"Then you do a really good impression of angry.
Happie is hee that chastens himselfe.
How do you live with yourself, Lord Arrogant?" "Very easily, Lady Difficult. I find myself quite
charming.
He smiles, but in Los Angeles a smile amongst competitors is never what it means.
cheery as a cherrio
I don't like happy people," Andrew said. "They're already happy; they don't need to be liked." "Wow, so selfless," Mark said. "You're a saint. I commend your selflessness. Amazing.
Jest with your equals.
Everyone has their own way of expressing happiness.
All complaining comes from pride.
It is a comely fashion to be glad; Joy is the grace we say to God.
I'm awash in self-contempt!
He hung a patient expression on his face, the kind usually seen on people who talked about releasing your anger and surrounding yourself with good feelings while writing off anyone who disagreed with them as unenlightened.
I felt sad, happy, content.
I tried to look earnest, but I only succeeded in looking pathetic.
He said quietly, "You make me happy. You know that, right?" I teared up and cursed about it, because tears would leave obvious tracks down my powder-covered face. "Don't," I said weakly. "Don't what? Be happy? I can't help it when you're in my life.
I have produced things that I would say were sincerely cheerful. But then I am reminded by other people that no one else would see them that way.
They smile too much, but it's an ugly kind of smiling: it's not joy, it's pleading.
I'm perfectly miserable; but if you consider me presentable, I die happy.
Seeming contentment is real discontent, combined with indolence or self-indulgence, which, while taking no legitimate means of raising itself, delights in bringing others down to its own level.
Laugh uproariously. Dar and Aud looked back to see what
I tried to communicate happiness in that word, but I don't know if it came out that way. All I was feeling was despair. And envy. Envy so thick and so black I felt like I was choking on it.
Privately, I'm thrilled with what I do, but publicly, I hold it in disdain.
Now if I appear to be carefree it's only to camouflage my sadness. In order to keep my pride I try to cover the hurt with a show of gladness.
I'm generally quite happy until someone tells me I'm not. I don't see how they know I'm not, but suddenly I feel less happy.
That does not make me feel better."
He chuckled. "It doesn't?"
"No. I feel like the wallflower being patronised by the cool guy."
"You're not a wallflower."
"Says the cool guy.
There's nothing more insufferable than people who boast about their own humility
astonished-looking eyes.
I'm happy out of my mind. I like beating a lot of people.
If they knew that they are happy, they would be happy.
You put on a smile, and you wear it to the last second.
I stepped away from the wall and tried to put on a happy face. It didn't work. "Hi."
"She says that so well." Mal turned to me and winked.
How do you feel?" I
Some can be happy.
He tried to look ashamed and succeeded simply in looking pleased with himself. Odin
Happiness is egotistical.
I'm smiling on the inside. I feel I have a responsibility to the fashion community.
Scowling with worry. Come at once, he's
Stark raving mad.
Even as a fierce competitor I try to smile.
no man,
is ever happy, no one.
Pride sings and dances; humility sighs.
It's a terrible waste to be happy and not notice it.
I can't help it, Kate. And I'm laughing at me. I feel like one of those sappy men who run around with a big grin on his face all the time. I feel like grinning all the time around you, and it's so idiotic.