Quotes About Joy

More fun than a frog in a glass of milk.

Today's Gypsies, who have lived in Prague for only two generations, light a ritual fire wherever they work, a nomads' fire crackling only for the joy of it, a blaze of rough-hewn wood like a child's laugh, a symbol of the eternity that preceded human thought, a free fire, a gift from heaven, a living sign of the elements unnoticed by the world-weary pedestrian, a fire in the ditches of Prague warming the wanderer's eye and soul.

Laughter is eternity if joy is real.

It is the liveliest time in life, the happiest of the irresponsible times in life. Mothers echo its happiness—nothing is like a mother who has a son home from college, except another mother with a son home from college. Bloom does actually come upon these mothers; it is a visible thing; and they run like girls, walk like athletes, laugh like sycophants. Yet they give up their sons to the daughters of other mothers, and find it proud rapture enough to be allowed to sit and watch.

Quand on est malheureux, le plaisir nous fait peur.

El sentido procura una dicha duradera y transmisible, mientras que el placer solitario dura lo que dura un relámpago. Sin embargo, cuando el placer se une al sentido, la vida hace que merezca la pena partir piedras por ella.

And then, amidst the joy that grips everyone, I meet your mysteriously mirthless gaze, wandering no one knows where, in some far-off kingdom, in some far-off land. What wouldn't I give for it not to be there, for it to be written on your face that you are pleased with your fate and need nothing from anyone

As he scribbled his odds and ends, he made a note reaffirming his belief that art always serves beauty, and beauty is delight in form, and form is the key to organic life, since no living thing can exist without it, so that every work of art, including tragedy, expresses the joy of existence.

How well she does everything! She reads not as if reading were the highest human activity, but as if it were the simplest possible thing, a thing even animals could do. As if she were carrying water from a well, or peeling potatoes. These reflections calmed him. A rare peace descended upon his soul. His mind stopped darting from subject to subject. He could not help smiling...

Unshared happiness is not happiness.

his pink tongue lolling happily from his mouth.

He had the three ingredients to happiness right in the palm of his hand and he knew it—something to do, someone to love, and something to look forward to.

Life is short. Love who you are. Love what you do. Make every day count.

the shortest distance between two people was a good laugh.

As far as he was concerned, he had the three necessary ingredients to happiness: something to do, someone to love, and something to look forward to.

three rules for happiness. Something to do. Someone to love. And something to look forward to.

I have cried even when the laugh did choke me. But no more think that I am all sorry when I cry, for the laugh he come just the same. Keep it always with you that laughter who knock at your door and say, 'May I come in?' is not true laughter. No! He is a king, and he come when and how he like. He ask no person, he choose no time of suitability. He say, 'I am here.

La risa) es una reina que viene y va. No le pregunta a nadie, no elige los momentos adecuados (...), la Reina Risa viene a mi y me grita al oído: ¡Aquí estoy! ¡Aquí estoy!, hasta que la sangre regresa y trae a mis mejillas un poco de la luz del sol que siempre lleva consigo.

Oh, friend John, it is a strange world, a sad world, a world full of miseries, and woes and troubles, and yet when King Laugh come he make them all dance to the tune he play.

You must fight Death himself, though he come to you in pain or in joy; by the day, or the night; in safety or in peril! On your living soul I charge that you do not die - nay nor think of death - till this great evil be past.

Just think what will be his joy when he, too, is destroyed in his worser part that his better part may have spiritual immortality.

She had the sweetest way of saying my name and smiling at the same time, and every time she did so, my heart turned over.

Today it stopped raining. The World became light of Heart again.

Of all the pleasures of which the human mind is sensible, there is none equal to that which warms and expands the bosom, when listening to commendations bestowed on us by a beloved object, and are conscious of having deserved them.