Quotes About Joy

With an eye made quiet by the power of harmony, and the deep power of joy, we see into the life of things.

My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky: So was it when my life began; So is it now I am a man;

Then my heart with pleasure fills And dances with the daffodils.

Did you ever think how wonderful to have so much ahead of us? There's a whole lifetime to be lived, all sorts of undreamed surprises to come, people to know, things to be done - and we're here! Sometimes I come right up against thinking about it and I'm so full of joy it fills plumb to the brim, like the psalmist's cup that just runs over.

Sometimes it seemed to Lydia that work was the only certainty, the only lasting truth in a human world of fitful change. Work and the mountains remained. Joy was deceitful and as brief as a summer rainbow. Love was a spear upon which you hurled yourself in ecstasy--to discover pain and bear the wound forever. A man in your heart, the child of your flesh, a dream of your spirit--you gave yourself to them, wholly and in wonder, and they never knew you.

When the second pain had passed, she stood up slowly and looked around. It was a beautiful morning, a fine world into which to bring someone. She could not let even [his] absence dim the joy her body and spirit felt in this moment. She had work to do, hard work. But it was something only she could do- she and the little body here within hers. Together they must bring forth life.

Oh, lovely world,' thought Sarah, in love with life and all its varied richness.

Fill your tall goblets with white wine and red, And sing brave songs of gallant love and true, Wearing soft robes of emerald and blue, And dance, as I your dances oft have led, And laugh, as I have often laughed with you - And be most merry - after I am dead.

For she was clever. It had not been a lie then, that ecstasy which had visited her when she read A Midsummer Night's Dream on top of the railway coach last summer. It had meant something. She had understood something. She was drunk with an intoxicating wine of gladness.

Go out into the sunlight and be happy with what you see.

Let us accept the natural order in which we move. Let us reconcile ourselves to the mysterious rhythm of our destinies, such as they must be in this world of space and time. Let us treasure our joys but not bewail our sorrows. The glory of light cannot exist without its shadows. Life is a whole, and good and ill must be accepted together. The journey has been enjoyable and well worth making - once.

He found, quite to his surprise, that he was happy. Not merely happy in Demelza's happiness but in himself. He couldn't think why. The condition just existed within him.

Ormai quasi sempre le discussioni tra di loro finivano con una risata, la grazia inconfondibile che alleggeriva la loro unione.

Walking here with the sun-warmed air on his face he had come up against the fact that it was good just to be alive.

I got to tell you, that if it weren't for that harmonica music, i might of just packed up and gone home, but it made me feel so good, I can hardly describe it. Sort of like my whole body is the harmonica and the music give me goosebumps when I play it.

Every day you may make progress. Every step may be fruitful. Yet there will stretch out before you an ever-lengthening, ever-ascending, ever-improving path. You know you will never get to the end of the journey. But this, so far from discouraging, only adds to the joy and glory of the climb.

Meeting Franklin Roosevelt was like opening your first bottle of champagne; knowing him was like drinking it.

Those whose work and pleasure are one... are... Fortune's favoured children.

We cannot aspire to masterpieces. We may content ourselves with a joy ride in a paint-box. And for this Audacity is the only ticket.

As far as the eye can see, there's water and hazy horizon. Into the ark, plans for the distant future, joy in the difference, admiration for the better man, choice not narrowed down to one of two, outworn scruples, time to think it over, and the belief that all this will still come in handy someday.

De vreugde van het schrijven. De macht van vereeuwiging. De wraak van een sterfelijke hand.

All'aeroporto Si corrono incontro a braccia spalancate, esclamano ridendo: Finalmente! finalmente!. Entrambi indossano abiti invernali, cappelli caldi, sciarpe, guanti, scarpe pesanti, ma solo ai nostri occhi. Ai loro – sono nudi.

Lots of people come just to dance and have a good time. Here you can do anything you want to do, be anyone you want to be. It's called freedom. Be careful, it can be contagious.

It seems to me that here, accidentally, I have betrayed the greatest and ultimate secret of style: we have to know how to delight in the word. If literature generally dares to speak, it is not at all because it is certain of its truth, but only because it is certain of its delight.