Quotes About Joy

The greatest happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved.

No sorries. We fought, we struggled, we hurt each other, so what? That's what love is, I think. It's all of it. Tears, anger, joy, struggle. Mostly, it's durable. It lasts.

And maybe that was how love was supposed to be, how life unfolded when you lived it long enough. Joy and sadness were part of the package; the trick, perhaps, was to let yourself feel all of it, but to hold on to the joy just a little more tightly because you never knew when a strong heart could just give out.

That's what love is, I think. It's all of it. Tears, anger, joy, struggle. Mostly, it's durable. It lasts.

Lulu twirled in front of Jolene, banging into the seat. her eyes sparkled in that I'm-either-going-to-scream-or-fall-asleep-any-second kind of way.

What in the world was more restorative than a child's love?

She ate life with unapologetic enthusiasm and took as many helpings as she wanted.

If I've learned nothing else in the past few days, it's that happiness must be fought for.

Joy and sadness were part of the package; the trick, perhaps, was to let yourself feel all of it, but to hold on to the joy just a little more tightly because you never knew when a strong heart could just give out.

Falling in love with you was the best thing I ever did.

Možda je tako trebalo biti,možda se tako život razvijao ako živiš dovoljno dugo.Radost i tuga sastavni su dio paketa;trik je u tome da osjetiš sve,ali da se malo ?vrš?e držiš radosti jer nikad ne znaš kad bi se snažno srce moglo ugasiti.

Life was like that, full of quicksilver changes. Joy reappeared as unexpectedly as sunlight

Elsa thought of all the laundry she'd done in her life, the joy she'd always taken in hanging sheets to dry, but never until now had she fully, deeply appreciated the sheer physical pleasure of clean sheets on naked skin. The fresh smell of lavender soap in her hair.

Love. Family. Laughter. That's what I remember when it's all said and done.

We fought, we struggled, we hurt each other, so what? That's what love is, I think. It's all of it. Tears, anger, joy, struggle. Mostly, it's durable. It lasts. Never once in all of it—the dust, the drought, the fights with you

No worries. We fought, we struggled, we hurt each other, so what? That's what love is, I think. It's all of it. Tears, anger, joy, struggle. Mostly, it's durable. It lasts. Never once in all of it - the dust, the drought, the fights with you - never once did I stop loving you or Ant or the farm.

He had the kind of smile that inhabited every part of his face--his eyes, his cheeks; there was even a dimple.

about the simple joy of seeing sunshine through clean glass, golden, pure as the gaze of God, and how it could lift one's spirit.

Jolene smiled down at her

Childhood's En

I will tell my son my life story at last. There will be pain in remembering, but there will be joy, too.

me." "I'm sorry," Loreda said. "For—" "No sorries. We fought, we struggled, we hurt each other, so what? That's what love is, I think. It's all of it. Tears, anger, joy, struggle. Mostly, it's durable. It lasts.

His smile reawakened her in a way, reminded her that there was more to life than work. He taught her something new about friendship: it picked right back up where you'd left off, as if you hadn't been apart at all.

The dark edges fell back again, receded until there was only here, only now. A sunlit day, a celebration, a family. Life was like that, full of quicksilver changes. Joy appeared as unexpectedly as sunlight.