A Quote by Liane Moriarty

Happy endings always made her cry. It was the relief. — © Liane Moriarty
Happy endings always made her cry. It was the relief.
When we're young, we like happy endings. When we're a little older, we think happy endings are unrealistic and so we prefer bad but credible endings. When we're older still, we realize happy endings aren't so bad after all.
People cry at weddings for the same reason they cry at happy endings: because they so desperately want to believe in something they know is not credible.
My family doesn't do happy endings. We do sad endings or frustrating endings or no endings at all. We are hardwired to expect the next interruption or disappearance or broken promise.
And in real life endings aren't always neat, whether they're happy endings, or whether they're sad endings.
I always try to do true endings and that's where I got into trouble always because Hollywood wants to do happy endings.
I find it ironic that happy endings now are called fairytale endings because there's nothing happy about most fairytale endings.
There are no happy endings. Endings are the saddest part, So just give me a happy middle And a very happy start.
I used to feel defensive when people would say, 'Yes, but your books have happy endings', as if that made them worthless, or unrealistic. Some people do get happy endings, even if it's only for a while. I would rather never be published again than write a downbeat ending.
I met a girl and we ran away, I swore I'd make her happy every day. And how I made her cry, two faces have I.
People generally like happy endings, which is something I learned from my years in advertising. I like happy endings myself, but only if they're honest. I'm just as happy with a terrible, hopeless ending.
It is as great a crime to leave a woman alone in her agony and deny her relief from her suffering as it is to insist upon dulling the consciousness of a natural mother who desires above all things to be aware of the final reward of her efforts, whose ambition is to be present, in full possession of her senses, when the infant she already adores greets her with its first loud cry and the soft touch of its restless body upon her limbs.
Sometimes it made her want to put her fist through glass; other times, it made her cry a river.
From the moment I told her about my dad, it was as if her whole body sighed in relief. As if someone else’s misery comforted her, made her feel as if she wasn’t alone.
Not only are there no happy endings,' she told him, 'there aren't even any endings.
I'm a hopeful romantic who adores novels with happy endings, because there are enough sad endings in real life.
I do love to cry. I'll cry at the drop of a hat. I'll cry at your basic television programme, let alone a weepie. But not big, heavy, serious crying. I haven't done that for a while, which is a relief. More like a little welling up of joy.
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