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Looking On The Bright Side Quotes

Quotes tagged as "looking-on-the-bright-side" Showing 1-11 of 11
Bethany Crandell
“But that's when life starts gettin good, right? When it's messy.”
Bethany Crandell, Summer on the Short Bus

Bethany Crandell
“That's good, James. Happy and tall beats the hell out of tired and bloated.”
Bethany Crandell, Summer on the Short Bus

Richelle E. Goodrich
“Laugh as if it's funny, embrace as if it's love, and smile anyway.”
Richelle E. Goodrich, Smile Anyway: Quotes, Verse, & Grumblings for Every Day of the Year

Diane  Hammond
“Well, yelling real loud, that's an important skill to have, too. You never know when you might walk right in front of a train and her yelling's all that stands between you and eternity. But for that yell, you'd be flat, and there's nothing worse than a flat boy, just kind of ruins the day for everyone.”
Diane Hammond, Hannah's Dream

Richelle E. Goodrich
“I scared a little porcupine
and caught a quill in my behind.
It hurt so badly in my tail,
but tugging on it made me yell.

The porcupine was still around,
so I complained. He simply frowned
and said, "Stop whining! Look and see
how many quills are stuck on me!”
Richelle E. Goodrich, Slaying Dragons: Quotes, Poetry, & a Few Short Stories for Every Day of the Year

“A day without a dark cloud. Almost a happy day.”
Alexsandr Solzenicyn

Audre Lorde
“Like superficial spirituality, looking on the bright side of things is a euphemism used for obscuring certain realities of life, the open consideration of which might prove threatening or dangerous to the status quo. Last week I read a letter from a doctor in a medical magazine which said that no truly happy person ever gets cancer. Despite my knowing better, and despite my having dealt with this blame-the-victim thinking for years, for a moment this letter hit my guilt button. Had I really been guilty of the crime of not being happy in this best of all possible infernos?”
Audre Lorde, The Cancer Journals

Derek Mahon
“How should I not be glad to contemplate
the clouds clearing beyond the dormer window
and a high tide reflected on the ceiling?
There will be dying, there will be dying,
but there is no need to go into that.
The poems flow from the hand unbidden
and the hidden source is the watchful heart.
The sun rises in spite of everything
and the far cities are beautiful and bright.
I lie here in a riot of sunlight
watching the day break and the clouds flying.
Everything is going to be all right.”
Derek Mahon