Quotes About Joy

Alabado sea el Señor que sólo me dio sobrinos.

I beam back at her. Fuck the surgery, fuck the kids, fuck the men in our lives or no longer in our lives. This is sweet. When she catches up with me, I say, How many, just how many forty-plus women would do that? We gaze back up at the face bleeding into the chute we've just skied. We *did* that, I crow. Someone should love us just for that. --Hangfire

Intimate, loving, and enduring relationships with our family and close friends will be among the sources of the deepest joy in our lives.

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the houseNot a creature was stirring—not even a mouse;The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there.

One of the ways in which cats show happiness is by sleeping.

We must learn how to not allow the enemy to have a handhold of our joy and our peace.

Once there had been joy, but now there was only sadness, and it was not, he knew, alone the sadness of an empty house; it was the sadness of all else, the sadness of the Earth, the sadness of the failures and the empty triumphs.

It's the small things that matter, the daily routines. We struggle and dream, strive for meaning, for purpose, but a pint with a mate in the pub or ten minutes in a café having coffee with your lover. These are the things that make us human, the things we remember.

Always wear a happy face.

There are three therapeutic words in human lifestyle: smile, laugh and sob.

You deserve to be happy.

I dreamed I spoke in another's language, I dreamed I lived in another's skin, I dreamed I was my own beloved, I dreamed I was a tiger's kin. I dreamed that Eden lived inside me, And when I breathed a garden came, I dreamed I knew all of Creation, I dreamed I knew the Creator's name. I dreamed--and this dream was the finest-- That all I dreamed was real and true, And we would live in joy forever, You in me, and me in you.

The culmination of Sehnsucht [Longing, Joy] in the rhapsodic joy of heaven is, for me at least, the strongest single element in Lewis. In one way or other it hovers over nearly every one of his books and suggests to me that Lewis's apocalyptic vision is perhaps more real than that of anyone since St. John on Patmos.

You live but once; you might as well be amusing.

If you want what visible reality can give, you're an employee. If you want the unseen world, you're not living your truth. Both wishes are foolish, but you'll be forgiven for forgetting that what you really want is love's confusing joy.

That lovely voice; how I should weep for joy if I could hear it now!

We only do well the things we like doing.

Les beaux yeux qui ne demandent qu'à sourire !

Faites des bêtises, mais faites-les avec enthousiasme

Je ne parviens pas à m'expliquer comment la joie de mes réveils s'assombrit graduellement, dans le jour tombant, jusqu'à la mélancolie et au recroquevillement farouche.

If you succeed as I did, in sublimating the sexual drive and putting it in the service of heaven knows what mortifying joy or egalitarian madness, you will see the furious flower of jealousy stripped of its thorns, along with the condign egotism of the human couple.

It was in the eyes that all the joys and scars floated like lotus leaves just below the surface of a pond.

and Lewis felt excitement, and gratification. Somebody—some

But I think happiness springs from another source, a far deeper one that doesn't depend on will because it comes from love.