Quotes About Joy

People waste their happiness—that's what makes me sad. Everyone's so scared to be happy.

People waste their happiness...Everyone's so scared to be happy.

feels good no matter what

Some people are so much sunshine to the square inch.

I am satisfied ... I see, dance, laugh, sing.

I am for those who believe in loose delights, I share the midnight orgies of young men, I dance with the dancers and drink with the drinkers.

I have perceiv'd that to be with those I like is enough, To stop in company with the rest at evening is enough, To be surrounded by beautiful, curious, breathing, laughing flesh is enough, To pass among them, or touch any one, or rest my arm ever so lightly round his or her neck for a moment—what is this, then? I do not ask any more delight—I swim in it, as in a sea.

Song of myself Smile O voluptuous cool-breath'd earth! Earth of the slumbering and liquid trees! Earth of departed sunset--earth of the mountains misty-topt! Earth of the vitreous pour of the full moon just tinged with blue! Earth of shine and dark mottling the tide of the river! Earth of the limpid gray of clouds brighter and clearer for my sake! Far-swooping elbow'd earth--rich apple-blossom'd earth! Smile, for your lover comes.

O the joy of my spirit--it is uncaged--it darts like lightning! It is not enough to have this globe or a certain time, I will have thousands of globes and all time.

To drive free, to love free, to court destruction with taunts. One brief house of madness and joy!

For who but I should understand love, with all its sorrow and joy?

It seems to me that everything in the light and air ought to be happy; / Whoever is not in his coffin and the dark grave, let him know he has enough.

henceforth I will go celebrate any thing I see or am, And sing and laugh and deny nothing.

Though the live-oak glistens there in Louisiana solitary in a wide flat space, Uttering joyous leaves all its life without a friend a lover near, I know very well I could not. - from I Saw in Louisiana a Live-Oak Growing

And henceforth I will go celebrate any thing I see or am, And sing and laugh and deny nothing.

I dote on myself...there is that lot of me, and all so luscious. Each moment and whatever happens thrills me with joy.

O to have life henceforth a poem of new joys! To dance, clap hands, exult, shout, skip, leap, roll on, float on! To be a sailor of the world bound for all ports, A ship itself, (see indeed these sails I spread to the sun and air,) A swift and swelling ship full of rich words, full of joys.

I believe in all that—in baseball, in picnics, in freedom.

Here is what sings unrestricted faith.

The pleasures of heaven are with me, and the pains of hell are with me.

Ó lélek, nagynak tartod azt, ha roppant könyvek értelméig elhatolsz, És gondolattal terhesen drámákba és elméletekbe mélyedsz? De átérezni most felém trillázó boldogságod, kismadárka, Mellyel tele az ?r, elhagyatott szobám s a lassú délelÅ'tt, Ó, lélek, ez nem éppoly nagy dolog?

Death and immortality were but two aspects of the same blessed hope to this man, who poured out his life in a turgid fount of ecstatic joy in living:

seems to me that everything in the light and air ought to be happy; Whoever is not in his coffin and the dark grave, let him know he has enough.

I have not felt to warble and trill, however sweetly, I have felt to soar in freedom and in the fullness of power, joy, volition.