Quotes About Joy

Horatio leaned toward her, What is the secret of joy? Mousey thought for a moment. Doing what you like best. Of course. How simple. And how true.

Christian looked at her fondly. When she was happy, so was he.

Remember, all of man's happiness is in the little valleys. Tiny little ones. Small enough to call from one side to the other.

Soft green grass grew in front of the house. There stood the cypress too, and, as if on purpose, it was singing with its tree-voice, its sweet-sounding voice, inviting to the ear. Then there were bees which had lived under a tile and were humming in the air. And then, like a miracle, so unexpected that it made them rub their eyes, there was a small lilac tree in full blossom.

Quién dijo aquello de: Un rey sin diversión es un hombre lleno de miserias?

You know, wanting what you have is supposedly the secret of happiness.

But the old cripple never knew the joy of cradling a child in his own arms.

Children are always a joy, but pain, too. And they all must lead their own lives. Even Mut will let Her children go their own way, someday, but I fear for us if we ever neglect Her. If we forget to respect our Great Earth Mother, She will withhold Her blessings, and no longer provide for us.

Jondalar, you give me nothing but joy, nothing but pleasure. I love it when you want me, any time, any place. If you want me, there is no time I am not ready for you. I always want you. I love you.

She didn't think anything could ever spoil her happiness as she filled her gathering basket with nuts.

Ayla loved these moments of solitude. Basking in the sun, feeling relaxed and content, she thought about nothing in particular, except the beautiful day and how happy she was.

On this Earth that bleeds, all joy is obscene, and all happy men must live alone.

If I could choose I would rather be happy than write.

Happiness. One day. Ten thousand years ago.

I went outside, tripping over slabs of sunshine the size of towns. The sun was like a crowd of people, it was a party, it was music. The sun was blaring through the walls of houses and beating down the steps. The sun was drumming time into the stone. The sun was rhythming the day.

You play, you win, you play, you lose. You play. It's the playing that's irresistible.

I read: This is one moment, / But know that another / Shall pierce you with a sudden painful joy. I started to cry.

Pursuing happiness, and I did, and I still do, is not at all the saem as being happy - which I think is fleeting, dependent on circumstances, and a bit bovine. If the sun is shining, stand in it - yes, yes, yes. Happy times are great, but happy times pass - they have to - because time passes. The pursuit of happiness is more elusive; it is life-long, and it is not goal-centred. What you are pursuing is meaning - a meaningful life.

I made him walk on a lead and he jumped for joy, the way creatures do, and children do and adults don't do, and spend their lives wondering where the leap went.

You don't have to ask a child about happy, you see it. They are or they are not. Adults talk about being happy because largely they are not.

I love life. Life is too precious to me not to live it fully.

If the sun is shining, stand in it – yes, yes, yes. Happy times are great, but happy times pass – they have to – because time passes.

Everything is in constant flux on this earth. Nothing keeps the same unchanging shape, and our affections, being attached to things outside us, necessarily change and pass away as they do. Always out ahead of us or lagging behind, they recall a past which is gone or anticipate a future which may never come into being; there is nothing solid there for the heart to attach itself to. Thus our earthly joys are almost without exception the creatures of a moment...

so true it is that pleasure does not depend on extravagance, and that joy is as readily purchased by pence as pounds.