Quotes About Joy

It is like the panting of a thousand puppies.

To me, God is like this happy bus driver.

world tasting like hope and blue sky. Turn it up! Your hips can't help but wiggle. Man, it feels like that song was written for you, like you're gorgeous and loved and the entire planet is in order.

Summer was coming.

According to my dad, there were three perfect smells in this world: Fresh-cut grass. A campfire at the edge of a redwood forest. The jubilance of rich black dirt after a thunderstorm.

It's better to live in the present, pumpkin. That's where the good stuff is.

What person who has enjoyed life could possibly think one is enough?

Being alive isn't the same thing as living

Claire happy to no longer expect...but embrace the sweet lovely mess that is real life.

Happy kids grow up to make happy adults who make happy kids and so on.

I won the battles, Justin. And I won the war. And now there is no more fighting. Now there is peace. You told me to let the joy win out, and I am choosing to do that.

What's happenin', the cakest of all my baby cakes?

I don't know what this song was originally intended to be about exactly, but I know what Sabin is telling me. He is telling me to protect my heart, but to love. He is telling me about timing, and dreaming, and surviving. And mostly, he is telling me to abandon my worry. To find joy and to live again.

We'll listen to old-school Kelly Clarkson power songs and sing until we lose our voices." "That is not a good plan." Celeste turned and peered into the back of the car.

No, everyone. This kid wants a princess party, then we're all going to be goddamn princesses. You'll love it.

but I have that time, so I will take it. I will revel in the opportunity to find rebirth and rejuvenation.

When he sees me coming, he joyfully holds up a box and yells, "See? I told ya! Coffee, toast, eggs, and bacon! All at once! It's a miracle!

I'm just shitting rainbows all over the place.

laugh a lot. It burns a lot of calories.

Pet names are a persistent remnant of childhood, a reminder that life is not always so serious, so formal, so complicated.

And yet she didn't want to kill herself. She loved the world too much, and people. She loved taking long walks in the late afternoon, and observing her surroundings. She loved the green of the sea, the light of dusk, the rocks scattered on the sand. She loved the taste of a red pear in autumn, the full, heavy winter moon that shone amid the clouds. She loved the warmth of her bed, a good book to read without being interrupted. To enjoy that, she would have lived forever.

It's a sort of literary act of survival. I don't have many words to express myself--rather, the opposite. I'm aware of a state of deprivation. And yet, at the same time, I feel free, light. I rediscover the reason that I write, the joy as well as the need.

Amava troppo il mondo, la gente. Amava fare lunghe passeggiate nel tardo pomeriggio osservando ciò che la circondava. Amava il verde del mare, la luce del crepuscolo, i sassi sparsi sulla sabbia. Amava il sapore di una pera rossa in autunno, la luna piena e pesante d'inverno che brillava fra le nuvole. Amava il calore del suo letto, un buon libro da leggere senza interruzione. Per godere di questo, sarebbe vissuta per sempre.

a reminder that life is not always so serious, so formal, so complicated.