Quotes About Joy

It was unexpected youth, surging up anew after its temporary check, and bringing with it hope, and the invincible instinct towards self-delight.

O sweet To-morrow!— After to-day There will away This sense of sorrow. Then let us borrow Hope, for a gleaming Soon will be streaming, Dimmed by no gray— No gray!

Und da sie genötigt war, sich selbst zu den Glücklichen zu zählen, hörte sie nicht auf, über den Fortbestand des Unvorhergesehenen zu staunen, wo diejenige, der solche ungebrochene Heiterkeit im Erwachsenenstadium zuteil wurde, sie selbst war, deren Jugend sie gelehrt zu haben schien, daß Glück nur eine zufällige Episode in dem allgemeinen Drama menschlicher Pein war.

How Great My Grief How great my grief, my joys how few, Since first it was my fate to know thee! —Have the slow years not brought to view How great my grief, my joys how few, Nor memory shaped old times anew, Nor loving-kindness helped to show thee How great my grief, my joys how few, Since first it was my fate to know thee?

think it with all your heart, said he. It is a pleasant thought, and costs nothing.

Good," Mapp said. "That's very good. Eat some crabs. Grab Pilcher and smooch him on his face, go wild.

Felicity, therefore (by which we mean continual delight), consisteth not in having prospered, but in prospering

Happy people tend to live well below their means. I have found this to be the case in all of the studies I have conducted.

That man is richest whose pleasures are cheapest. —Henry David Thoreau

Good humor is one of the preservatives of our peace and tranquility

The happiest moments of my life have been the few which I have passed at home in the bosom of my family

But she pursued them through their tangled lair And caught them, and put fire-flies in their hair; And then they all joined hands, and round and round They danced a morris on the moonlit ground.

Das Gute kommt immer zu spät, immer wird es zu spät fertig, wenn man sich nicht mehr recht darüber freuen kann.

The sweet spot is where duty and delight converge.

Is not life in itself a thing of goodness, irrespective of whether the course it takes for us can be called a 'happy' one?

He may have been waiting a long while, in snow or rain, yet his joy at my final appearance knows no resentment at my faithlessness, though I have neglected him all day and brought his hopes to naught.

And this whole sunny region—these easily scaled coastal heights, these laughing rock-bound pools, and the sea itself, as far as the islands where boats sailed past now and then—was populated in all directions: people, children of the sea and sun, were stirring and resting everywhere, intelligent, cheerful, beautiful, young humanity, so fair to gaze upon. And at the sight, Hans Castorp's whole heart opened wide—painfully, lovingly wide.

Yet he received this love with joy, surrendered himself to it, and cherished it with all the strength of his being; for he knew that love made one vital and rich, and he longed to be vital and rich, far more than he did to work tranquilly on anything to give it permanent form.

Marusja of the ready laugh, the orange-scented handkerchief, the bosom fair to outward eye.

Now I know that it is not out of our single souls we dream. We dream anonymously and communally, if each after his fashion. The great soul of which we are a part may dream through us, in our manner of dreaming, its own secret dreams, of its youth, its hope, its joy and peace—and its blood-sacrifice. Here

La alegría, la sorpresa y la admiración debieron de reflejarse claramente en él cuando su mirada se cruzó con la del añorado ausente, y en ese mismo instante Tadzio sonrió.

Niemand kan zich voorstellen hoe innig en zorgzaam hij, die afstand had gedaan van het grootste geluk dat het leven ons kan schenken, van de vreugden wist te genieten die wel voor hem waren weggelegd.

Wie seltsam mischt die Vorsehung uns Sterblichen Freude und Leid in einem Becher!

If you write for God you will reach many men and bring them joy. If you write for men--you may make some money and you may give someone a little joy and you may make a noise in the world, for a little while. If you write for yourself, you can read what you yourself have written and after ten minutes you will be so disgusted that you will wish that you were dead.