Quotes About Joy

No quiero ser razonable ni lógico. ¡Los detesto! Quiero reventar de risa, quiero divertirme. Quiero hacer algo. Quiero sentarme en un café y pasarme el día hablando. Dios, nosotros tenemos nuestros defectos...pero tenemos entusiasmo. Es mejor cometer errores que no hacer nada.

So, whether the world is going to pieces or not, whether you are on the side of the angels or the devil himself, take life for what it is, have fun, spread joy and confusion.

Whoever, through too great love, which is monstrous after all, dies of his misery, is born again to know neither love nor hate, but to enjoy. And this joy of living, because it is unnaturally acquired, is a poison which eventually vitiates the whole world. Whatever is created beyond the normal limits of human suffering, acts as a boomerang and brings about destruction.

To make the world laugh is one thing; to make it happy is quite another. Nobody has even succeeded in doing it.

En la juventud éramos íntegros y el terror y el dolor del mundo nos penetraron por completo. No había una clara separación entre la alegría y la pena: se fundían en una sola cosa, al igual que nuestras horas de lucidez se funden con el sueño y el dormir. Nos levantamos por la mañana siendo unos seres, y por la noche, completamente ahogados, bajamos a un mar empuñando las estrellas y la fiebre del día.

You can't make people joyous just by being joyous yourself. Joy has to be generated by oneself: it is or it isn't. Joy is founded on something too profound to be understood and communicated. To be joyous is to be a madman in a world of sad ghosts.

No tengo dinero, ni recursos ni esperanzas. Soy el hombre más feliz del mundo.

No tengo dinero ni recursos ni esperanza. Soy el hombre más feliz del mundo.

What we learn, of value, we get indirectly, largely unconsciously. It is too often stressed, in my opinion, that we learn through sorrow and suffering. I do not deny this to be true, but I hold that we also learn, and perhaps more lastingly, through moments of joy, of bliss, of ecstasy. Struggle has its importance, but we tend to overrate it. Harmony, serenity, bliss do not come from struggle but from surrender.

Mostly, I was happy, I was laughing, I was having a good time. I had a good time because, as I said before, I really didn't give a fuck about anything.

Strange as it may seem today to say, the aim of life is to live, and to live means to be aware, joyously, drunkenly, serenely, divinely aware. In this state of god-like awareness one sings; in this realm the world exists as poem.

Nimeni nu se simte mai bine decat omul care se lasa complet transportat.A fi inteligent e posibil s? constituie un avantaj,dar a fi total încrez?tor,credul pana la idioÈ›enie,a capitula f?r? rezerve este una din bucuriile supreme ale vieÈ›ii.

Non ho soldi,nè risorse,nè speranze.Sono l'uomo più felice del mondo

Do anything but let it produce joy. Do anything but let it yield ecstasy.

Grover fue el único ser auténticamente alegre que conocí en mi vida y, en consecuencia, esto es un pequeño monumento que estoy erigiendo en su memoria, en memoria de esa certidumbre alegre. Es una lástima que tuviera que usar a Cristo de muleta, pero es que, ¿qué importa como se llegue a la verdad, con tal de que la captemos y vivamos gracias a ella?.

Plânge si vei g?si un milion de crocodili care s? plâng? cu tine. Lumea e sc?ldat? în lacrimi...Bucuria e întemeiat? pe ceva prea profund pentru a fi înteles si comunicat. A fi bucuros înseamn? a fi un nebun într-o lume de strigoi tristi

other, in conjunction wherewith it thinks to be happy; and were it once rent from the world, and all the bewitching enjoyments under the sun, it would quickly search after some higher and more excellent object, to satisfy its

The rays of happiness, like those of light, are colorless when unbroken.

Ah, how good it feels! The hand of an old friend.

How Beautiful is the rain! After the dust and heat, In the broad and fiery street, In the narrow lane, How beautiful is the rain! How it clatters along the roofs, Like the tramp of hoofs! How it gushes and struggles out From the throat of the overflowing spout! Across the window-pane It pours and pours; And swift and wide, With a muddy tide, Like a river down the gutter roars The rain, the welcome rain! -Rain in Summer

Ah! What would the world be to us If the children were no more? We should dread the desert behind us Worse than the dark before.

Joy, temperance, and repose, slam the door on the doctor's nose.

I hear in the chamber above me The patter of little feet, The sound of a door that is opened, And voices soft and sweet. From my study I see in the lamplight, Descending the broad hall stair, Grave Alice, and laughing Allegra, And Edith with golden hair.

Time is a game played beautifully by children.