Quotes About Joy

To make a happy fire-side clime To weans and wife, That's the true pathos and sublime Of human life.

The best of all gifts around any Christmas tree: the presence of a happy family all wrapped up in each other.

Happiness is not a destination. It is a method of life.

Alas! how few look back upon their youth, Who glean not from the past the unwelcome truth That Time, of stealthy step and pinion grey, Brings no new joy like that he takes away!

The greatest pleasure of a dog is that you make a fool of yourself with him and not only will he not scold you, but he will make a fool of himself too.

Success soon palls. The joyous time is, when the breeze first strikes your sails, and the waters rustle under your bows.

O, high the happy bosom heaves When love is in the dancer!

O joy not yet begun But only about to be, O sweet invisible unceasing wave Following me, following me, Through the sea-like grave!

We were dusty with our books. Come and let us go Out among the lyric brooks, Where the verses grow, Where the world is one delight Made of many a song Lasting till the nod of night, Lovely all day long.

Our spring has come at last with the soft laughter of April suns and shadow of April showers.

No joys are there that can compare With dancing, prancing everywhere; I'd sooner wear, I do declare, A dancer's wreath than crowns so rare.

Joy's recollection is no longer joy, While Sorrow's memory is a sorrow still.

Ah! happy years! once more who would not be a boy!

Summer has filled her veins with light and her heart is washed with noon.

To be amused by what you read--that is the great spring of happy quotations.

Os que conhecem a verdadeira alegria em meio ao sofrimento são aqueles que reconhecem que, nesta vida, nosso sofrimento nunca será tão grande ou tão sério quanto nossos pecados.

I'm not in search of sanctity, sacredness, purity; these things are found after this life, not in this life; but in this life I search to be completely human: to feel, to give, to take, to laugh, to get lost, to be found, to dance, to love and to lust, to be so human.

The pain I feel now is the happiness I had before. That's the deal.

Affection is responsible for nine-tenths of whatever solid and durable happiness there is in our lives.

God cannot give us a happiness and peace apart from Himself, because it is not there. There is no such thing.

It would seem that Our Lord finds our desires not too strong, but too weak. We are half-hearted creatures, fooling about with drink and sex and ambition when infinite joy is offered us, like an ignorant child who wants to go on making mud pies in a slum because he cannot imagine what is meant by the offer of a holiday at the sea. We are far too easily pleased.

A pleasure is not full grown until it is remembered.

Nothing's perfect. Especially not me. I'm just like you were. Human. Hanging on. Holding out for a happy ending. But knowing it ends badly. And then being surprised by joy.

I should give myself completely into your hands—but who are you? I do not trust you. Not once to trust, is that my love for you, my joy in you? Do I not trust every valiant man, and not you, my soul? Your hand lies heavy on me, but I will, I will. Have I not sought to love men and trust them, and should I not do this with you?