Quotes About Joy

Thank you, Tim Leary, Fat thought. You and your promotion of the joy of expanded consciousness through dope.

El trabajo sin alegría es ruin; el trabajo sin dolor es ruin; el dolor sin trabajo es ruin; la alegría sin trabajo es ruin. John Ruskin

Labour without joy is base. Labour without sorrow is base. Sorrow without labour is base. Joy without labour is base. • JOHN RUSKIN

Pero entonces no habríamos podido construir. Nadie es capaz de hacerlo si antepone sus deseos. En nuestros diversos mundos, todos tenemos que esforzarnos en conseguir esas cosas tan difíciles como ser alegres, bondadosos, curiosos, valientes y pacientes, y tenemos que estudiar, pensar y trabajar duro, y entonces lograremos construir…

When we were alive, they told us that when we died we'd go to heaven. And they said that heaven was a place of joy and glory and we would spend eternity in the company of saints and angels praising the Almighty, in a state of bliss. That's what they said. And that's what led some of us to give our lives, and others to spend years in solitary prayer, while all the joy of life was going to waste around us, and we never knew.

Like all enjoyable things, you see, it has unenjoyable parts to it.

What is so often laughable, in the stories of Kundera's Czechoslovakia, is how grimly serious just about everything turns out to be, jokes and games and pleasure included; what's laughable is how terribly little there is to laugh at with any joy.

the joy of awakening each morning knowing there were all those empty hours ahead to be filled only with work.

How could the sidewalk's impassable leaf-strewn lagoons and the grassy little yards oozing from the flood of the downspouts exude a smell that roused my delight as if I'd been born in a tropical rain forest? Tinged with the bright after-storm light, Summit Avenue was as agleam with life as a pet, my own silky, pulsating pet, washed clean by sheets of falling water and now stretched its full length to bask in the bliss.

Unlike him, many were able not merely to construct whole conversations that revolved around their grandchildren but to find sufficient grounds for existence in the existence of their grandchildren.

To be truthful i am not entirely sure what people mean when they talk of happiness. There are moments of joy and laughter, the comfort of friendship, but enduring happiness? If it exists i have not found it

We make choices everyday, some of them good, some of them bad. And if we are strong enough - we live with the consequences. To be truthful I am not entirely sure what people mean when they talk of happiness. There are moments of joy and laughter, the comfort of friendship, but enduring happiness? If it exists I have not discovered it.

Not one of the creatures of blood can escape death. We all face it, and succumb to it. It follows us like a dark shadow. Yet if we live in terror of it, then we do not live at all. Yes we are born alone, and yes we will die alone. But in between, Tae, we live. We know joy.

Today I could like anybody, said Rek, smiling. The sky is clear, the wind is fresh, and life tastes very fine. What will you do now? I think I will become a monk and devote my entire life to prayer and good works. No, said Rek. I mean, what will you do today? Ah! Today I'll get drunk and go whoring, said Bowman.

Yours is a race whose imagination is limited to its own small appetites. Greed, lust, envy - these are the motivating forces of humankind. What redeems you is that in every man and woman there is a seed that can grow to encompass love, joy and compassion. But this seed is never allowed to prosper in fertile ground. It struggles for life among the rocks of your human soul.

I don't want eternal life. I want a little joy, a large amount of pleasure, and a swift death once I lose the appetite for either.

Love was what mattered. Love of one for one. The touching of hands, the touching of hearts. The warmth of belonging, the joy of sharing. There would always be tyrants. Man seemed incapable of existing without them. For without tyrants there would be no heroes. And man could not live without heroes. Renya

In all his life he had never known such intensity of passion, such completeness of being. Nothing existed in all the world, save this woman beneath him. He had no sense of place or time, nor even identity. There was no war, no mission, no life beyond. There was no guilt, only a joy he had experienced only once before, in a delirium dream on the point of death.

No, but if you will forgive me, let me say this: all children are creatures of joy, and all people are capable of love. You feel you lost everything, but there was a time before your joy when your children did not exist and your wife was unknown to you. Could it not be that there is a woman somewhere who will fill your life with love, and bear you children to bring you joy?

He told himself he had never felt so happy, and he felt a sort of ache that this was happening and would never again happen in just this way no matter how long he lived.

He told himself he had never felt so happy, and he felt a sort of ache that this was happening and would never happen again in just this way no matter how long he lived.

Thatcher forged consent through the cultivation of a middle class that relished the joys of home ownership, private property, individualism, and the liberation of entrepreneurial opportunities.

I'm happy. Which often looks like crazy.

Happiness is so rare that our mind can turn somersaults to protect it.