Quotes About Joy

Grandchildren: the only people who can get more out of you than the IRS.

Our wedding was many years ago. The celebration continues to this day.

Grandchildren don't stay young forever, which is good because Pop-pops have only so many horsey rides in them.

An hour with your grandchildren can make you feel young again. Anything longer than that, and you start to age quickly.

Retirement is wonderful. It's doing nothing without worrying about getting caught at it.

What a bargain grandchildren are! I give them my loose change, and they give me a million dollars' worth of pleasure.

Now, I am like them. For the peace and comfort of living beings I use various gateways to the Dharma To proclaim the Buddha way. Through the power of wisdom, Knowing the nature and desires of living beings, I teach them the Dharma using skillful means, Bringing them great joy.

The sad thing is most people have to check with someone before they do the things that make them happy. We're all passing through the least we can do is be happy, and the only way to do that is by being selfish.

If the physical thing you're doing is funny, you don't have to act funny while doing it...Just be real and it will be funnier

Making Young Frankenstein was the happiest I'd ever been on a film.

I've got sunshine in my stomach

The idea of a hot bath hung in the future like the promise of Christmas or a new book in a favourite series.

waking up in bed on a morning with nothing urgent to do, a pile of books next to you, and a mug of coffee within arm's reach could be described as good.

So, to really execute design in its highest form and making people feel joy, that's a great reward.

Now welcome, somer, with thy sonne softe,That hast this wintres wedres overshake.

But, Lord Crist! whan that it remembreth meUpon my yowthe, and on my jolitee,It tikleth me aboute myn herte roote.Unto this day it dooth myn herte booteThat I have had my world as in my tyme.

So was hir joly whistle wel ywet.

The life so brief, the art so long in the learning, the attempt so hard, the conquest so sharp, the fearful joy that ever slips away so quickly - by all this I mean love, which so sorely astounds my feeling with its wondrous operation, that when I think upon it I scarce know whether I wake or sleep.

The risen Christ! Once more faith is upon us, a jubilant brief keening with respite: Obedience, bitter joy, the elements, clouds, winds, louvres where the bell makes its wild mouths: Holy Rus – into the rain's horizons, peacock-dyed tail feathers of storm, so it goes on.

Never let them try out this gratitude, for they would immediately discover that it supplies the first and most important component to happiness: Contentment.

Joy is that paradox where a man so trusts, is so enraptured, as to be caught up and lost in the other, while at the same time, being utterly known by the other, thus utterly himself.

In Joy, to lose one's life is to gain it, and Joy never loses an opportunity to be lost in the other.

Life, liberty and the pursuit of gratitude, now that would've worked. They would have been readily led to contentment, which would've then better lead them on to happiness.

Under the dominion of the priests our earth became the ascetic planet; a squalid den careering through space, peopled by discontented and arrogant creatures, who were disgusted with life, abhorred their globe as a vale of tears, and who in their envy and hatred of beauty and joy did themselves as much harm as possible.