Happy Place Quotes

“Things change, but we stretch and grow and make room for one another.

Our love is a place we can always come back to, and it will be waiting, the same as it ever was.

You belong here. ”
― Emily Henry, Happy Place

“It doesn't matter how busy life's been, how long the five of us have gone without seeing one another: meeting at the cottage is like pulling on a favourite sweatshirt, worn to perfection.

Time doesn't move the same way when we're there. Things change, but we stretch and grow and make room for one another.

Our love is a place we can always come back to, and it will be waiting, the same as it ever was.

You belong here. ”
― Emily Henry, Happy Place

“Healing—takes time,

and—so does—not healing.

Chose—how you spend your time

—wisely.”
― Lalah Delia

“Everyone loved you, Wyn," I say. He looks at me through his lashes, his mouth curling.
"No, Harriet. They wanted to hook up with me. That's not the same thing. I never fit there."
"You fit with me, and I was there."
“I know," he says. "I think that's really why I went. To find you"
"That's a very expensive dating app, I say.
"You get what you pay for," he replies.”
― Emily Henry, Happy Place

“Just for a moment, amid all the bad stuff, this was a happy place again.”
― Caroline Green, Dark Ride

“It doesn't matter how busy life's been, how long the live of us have gone without seeing one another: meeting at the cottage is like pulling on a favorite sweatshirt, worn to perfection. Time doesn't move the same way when we're there.”
― Emily Henry, Happy Place

“Solitude is the canvas of a thinking mind.”
― Joyce Rachelle

“In every universe, it's you for me. Even if it's not me for you,”
― Emily Henry, Happy Place

“A strange structure untangled itself out of the background like a hallucination, not part of the natural landscape. It was a funny-shaped, almost spherical, green podlike thing woven from living branches of trees and vines. A trellis of vines hung down over the opening that served as a door.
Wendy was so delighted tears sprang to her eyes.
It was her Imaginary House!
They all had them. Michael wanted his to be like a ship with views of the sea. John had wanted to live like a nomad on the steppes. And Wendy... Wendy had wanted something that was part of the natural world itself.
She tentatively stepped forward, almost swooning at the heavy scent of the door flowers. Languorously lighting on them were a few scissorflies, silver and almost perfectly translucent in the glittery sunlight. Their sharp wings made little snickety noises as they fluttered off.
Her shadow made a few half-hearted attempts to drag back, pointing to the jungle. But Wendy ignored her, stepping into the hut.
She was immediately knocked over by a mad, barking thing that leapt at her from the darkness of the shelter.
"Luna!" Wendy cried in joy.
The wolf pup, which she had rescued in one of her earliest stories, stood triumphantly on her chest, drooling very visceral, very stinky dog spit onto her face.
"Oh, Luna! You're real!" Wendy hugged the gray-and-white pup as tightly as she could, and it didn't let out a single protest yelp.
Although...
"You're a bit bigger than I imagined," Wendy said thoughtfully, sitting up. "I thought you were a puppy."
Indeed, the wolf was approaching formidable size, although she was obviously not yet quite full-grown and still had large puppy paws. She was at least four stone and her coat was thick and fluffy. Yet she pranced back and forth like a child, not circling with the sly lope Wendy imagined adult wolves used.
You're not a stupid little lapdog, are you?" Wendy whispered, nuzzling her face into the wolf's fur. Luna chuffed happily and gave her a big wet sloppy lick across the cheek. "Let's see what's inside the house!"
As the cool interior embraced her, she felt a strange shudder of relief and... welcome was the only way she could describe it. She was home.
The interior was small and cozy; plaited sweet-smelling rush mats softened the floor. The rounded walls made shelves difficult, so macramé ropes hung from the ceiling, cradling halved logs or flat stones that displayed pretty pebbles, several beautiful eggs, and what looked like a teacup made from a coconut. A lantern assembled from translucent pearly shells sat atop a real cherry writing desk, intricately carved and entirely out of place with the rest of the interior.
Wendy picked up one of the pretty pebbles in wonder, turning it this way and that before putting it into her pocket.
"This is... me..." she breathed. She had never been there before, but it felt so secure and so right that it couldn't have been anything but her home. Her real home. Here there was no slight tension on her back as she waited for footsteps to intrude, for reality to wake her from her dreams; there was nothing here to remind her of previous days, sad or happy ones. There were no windows looking out at the gray world of London. There was just peace, and the scent of the mats, and the quiet droning of insects and waves outside.
"Never Land is a... mishmash of us. Of me," she said slowly. "It's what we imagine and dream of- including the dreams we can't quite remember.”
― Liz Braswell, Straight On Till Morning

“... anything difficult to say must be shouted from the rooftops.”
― Natalie Clifford Barney, Adventures of the Mind: The Memoirs of Natalie Clifford Barney (The Cutting Edge : Lesbian Life and Literature)

“I am mortified to be on the stage, but then again, it's the only place where I'm happy.”
― Bob Dylan

“Whether or not he was in it, whether or not he could see or touch it, he'd thought there would always be a FIllory out there somewhere. He loved knowing it was there. It anchored his sense of happiness, the way a distant stockpile of gold might underwrite the value of a paper bill.”
― Lev Grossman, The Magician's Land

“The place that I went, the place that I still go, was the warm, hollowed-out center of a Bundt cake. It is usually gingerbread, though sometimes that changes. Sometimes it's gingerbread crowned in a ring of poached pears. The walls that surround me are high and soft, but as they go up they curve back, open up to the light, so I feel protected by the cake but never trapped by it. There are a few loose crumbs around my feet, clinging to my hair, and the smell! The ginger and butter, the lingering subtlety of vanilla... I press my cheek against the cake, which is soft as eiderdown and still warm.”
― Jeanne Ray, Eat Cake

“There really is no happy place; it's all about your mindset. However, if I was to choose a place which contributes to my well-being, it would be the recording studio – no contest. There is something magical about people coming together to share ideas, pieces of themselves, and where the song can take you. Within those walls, music is unpredictable... a wildcard... like dreaming in sound.”
― Miranda Easten

“Nourishment comes in many forms. So does happiness.”
― Ranjani Rao, Rewriting My Happily Ever After - A Memoir of Divorce and Discovery

“The memorable days are few. Most days are a blur of chores and errands and activities that don’t really add up to anything significant. But there is value in savoring the simple joys that each day brings. There is power in being able to choose not just your home and its contents but how you see your life and its context.”
― Ranjani Rao, Rewriting My Happily Ever After - A Memoir of Divorce and Discovery

“I have been looking at the wrong side of “The looking glass”. Like Alice I thought I fell down the rabbits hole only to realize that the answer to all my questions and finding “wonderland” was / is all about “MY CHOICE” . What I keep forgetting is to find JOY in the present moment. Finding my "happy place" and that place is "in me”
― Mystqx Skye

“Mom and I would cook these elaborate meals. It was a whole day thing. Like we had nowhere to be, nothing to do but be together.”
― Emily Henry, Happy Place