Quotes About Joy

Christmas is the spirit of giving without a thought of getting. It is happiness because we see joy in people. It is forgetting self and finding time for others. It is discarding the meaningless and stressing the true values.

We bowed our heads together, and I prayed and then Nimmie prayed. Hers was a beautiful, simple prayer, beginning in faith and repentance and ending with joy and praise.

the leaves were dancing here and there, as though

She had been locked in a self-imposed shell, stiff and serious and afraid to feel. But that was in the past now. She was free, in many senses for the very first time, liberated to live and laugh – and love.

A heart that knows sorrow loses the ability to compare. I will just tell you that I have walked a road marked and rutted as your own. I too had every reason to grow bitter. I could have turned my back on the Lord above. But I chose to trust Him. I cannot say that I understand His ways, but this trust has served me well. It has comforted me through hard times, and blessed me with joy when there was goodness about – and with peace when there wasn't.

Governed the tides by the distant moon? Who put the "wonder" within my breast? Set off the "joy bells" within my soul? Who gave a reason to even exist? Made earth a "mission" and heaven a "goal"? Mere chance occurrence? Complete mystery? Of course there's a reason, if only we prod. Nature demands it—and so does my heart. There's only one Answer. Only one God!

Everywhere the woman went she drew her little rainbow of happiness along with her

Belinda. "He is really proud of them.'' "Fresh strawberry shortcake it will be, then.

Belinda just smiled. Tomorrow was to be the happiest day of her life. "Are

On the off-chance you won't live forever, maybe you should try being happy now.

Let us be grateful to the people who make us happy; they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom. —Marcel Proust

Does imagination or joy come with limits?

Is my love so small that I cannot let him discover anew what happiness life has to offer?

Alles ist Mist. Aber dann möchte man sich manchmal auf die Erde setzen und sich vor Freude ins Hemd weinen.

Isn't it crazy how anger sometimes feels like joy? Just a crash of blood through your heart.

Do you wanna be right, or do you wanna be happy?

I will never say no to viewing my friends' vacation photos, primarily because one of our tacit promises when we travel is that we'll bring back a good story—of our heightened state of living and the exaggerated adventures that befell us—and hope to let others live vicariously through it.

With a taproot sunk deeply in the unchangeable Christ, one can learn to live a relatively rootless life here with joy. Change is what the Christian ought to expect, ought to demand of himself, and ought to learn to live with. He knows that there is "no continuing city"26 here; his "citizenship is in heaven."27 Counselors with this hope can undertake the task of counseling with joy and expectation. By the grace of God, there is every hope of change!

Irene threw her arms about him and kissed him. Then she grinned and said, "Why, Danny Dunn! The water's almost light enough for me to see you blush.

What about all the passion and pizzazz?" Letty smiled up at him, her hands moving on his shoulders. "I'm really enjoying that part, Joel." Joel laughed softly in the shadows. "Passion and pizzazz are our middle names, Letty my love. We've got enough to last us for the rest of our lives.

The real joy of writing lies in the opportunity of being able to sacrifice a whole chapter for a single sentence, a complete sentence for a single word...

À force de ne jamais réfléchir, on a un bonheur stupide.

That is what's important. The life of the line. When I draw, it's like tied and untied writing. My lines can be vivid or dead. The drawing is beautiful if the line is alive. A line is in danger of dying all along. My method of drawing is very much like jazz improvisation. I improvise with the lines and the colors. (...) There's great joy in drawing. Writing is drawing in different apparel, and drawing is another way of writing. And when I draw, I write. Perhaps when I write, I draw.

I heard you humming." "Yes," he said. "I hum a great deal. Can you hum? Yes, I replied. I can hum. I hum a good deal, too, and even sing, especially when I get out of the spring in the morning. Then I really sing aloud. Let's hear you sing aloud. So I said, feeling very relaxed with the sun shining on my head, All right, I'll sing you my cold water song.