Quotes About Joy

Ba?kalar?n?n mutlulu?u, art?k mutlu olamayacaklar?n sevinci olur.

Will anyone understand it outside Paris? That is open to doubt. The special features of this scene, full of local colour and observations, can only be appreciated in the area lying between the heights of Montmartre and the hills of Montrouge, in that illustrious valley of flaking plasterwork and gutters black with mud; a valley full of suffering that is real, and of joy that is often false, where life is so hectic that it takes something quite extraordinary to produce feelings that last.

Nuestra felicidad, amigo mío, tendrá siempre cabida entre la planta de nuestros pies y nuestro occipucio; y tanto si cuesta un millón al año como cien luises, la percepción intrínseca es la misma en el interior de nosotros. –Gracias;

Love is the one thing that can really sure-enough lighten all of life's dark clouds.

Laughter is the Wild Body's song of triumph.

My little boat is made of ebony; My flute stops are pure gold. Water loosens stains from silk; Wine loosens sadness from the heart. With good wine, a graceful boat, And a sweet girl's love, Why be jealous of mere gods?

Every cliche about kids is true they grow up so quickly, you blink and they're gone, and you have to spend the time with them now. But that's a joy.

It's an ongoing joy being a dad.

Champagne is never a mistake.

Happy endings always made her cry. It was the relief.

Today would be perfect in every way. The Facebook photos wouldn't lie. So much joy. Her life had so much so joy. That was an actual verifiable fact.

We were so happy.

she felt such an intense sensation of happiness it frightened her, because surely there was a price to pay for this sort of bliss.

Why weren't they just overcome with joy every time they looked at those kids? Why in the world were they divorcing?

remembering all the glorious moments, one after the other after the other, her children's ecstatic faces looking for their parents in the stands, looking for their approval, looking for their love, knowing it was there, knowing—she hoped they knew this—that it would always be there, even long after she and Stan were gone, because love like that was infinite.

I never believed I was going to have a baby until I heard her cry.

She was floating, arms outspread, water lapping her body, breathing in a summery fragrance of salt and coconut.

Maybe it wasn't that hard to be happy.

Joy always overcooked chicken. She had a terror of salmonella […] She put her fingertips to her hairline. She was sweating. Food poisoning? Savannah's roast chicken had been so wonderfully tender! Was this the price you had to pay for tender chicken? It was too high a price!

He made her happy and maede her laugh. She still enjoyed talking with him, watching TV with him, lying in bed with him on cold, rainy mornings. She still wanted him.

Oh my Lord, there was his precious laminator, which Troy got him last Christmas, thus beginning Stan's obsession with laminating anything he could find: instructions for using the TV remote (admittedly helpful), the article in the local paper about the sale of Delaneys, inspiring sporting quotes he printed out from the internet and wanted to remember. He'd laminate Joy if he got the chance.

there was something in your children that could bring out the child in yourself.

That's what's important these days, isn't it. Everything should be fun and lighthearted.

Sometimes it was exhilaratingly easy to be happy again. Other times they found that they did have to "try".