Quotes About Joy

Lizabella Maria-Lynette

The measure of my success is the measure of my happiness.

Why wait for the weekend to have fun

Show me your Booty **** Oh Oh Oh Oh

I love a girl with a sense of humor. Someone who can make me laugh and that I can get along with and talk with and who is just sweet overall, inside and out.

Then I thought of reading—the nice and subtle happiness of reading. This was enough, this joy not dulled by Age, this polite and unpunishable vice, this selfish, serene, life-long intoxication.

Then I though of reading -- the nice and subtle happiness of reading ... this joy not dulled by age, this polite and unpunishable vice, this selfish, serene, lifelong intoxication.

I fear that someday you will abandon the joys we share and find another not worthy of your charms.

When blondes have more fun, do they know it?

If money don't buy happiness, what the hell does?

Today is declared an unscheduled holiday.

If I had known how wonderful it would be to have grandchildren, I'd have had them first.

A smile appeared upon her face as if she'd taken it directly from her handbag and pinned it there.

The rays of happiness, like those of light, are colourless when unbroken.

The spring came suddenly, bursting upon the world as a child bursts into a room, with a laugh and a shout and hands full of flowers.

God sent his Singers upon earth With songs of sadness and of mirth, That they might touch the hearts of men, And bring them back to heaven again.

Happiness isn't something that depends on our surroundings, Corrie. It's something we make inside ourselves.

The happiest people are the people with the best attitudes, not the best lives.

The groom is like a flower of gold. When he walks, blossoms at his feet unfold.

Life is laughter amid a rosary of death.

All tragedies are finished by a death, all comedies by a marriage.

And dreams in their development have breath, And tears, and tortures, and the touch of joy; They leave a weight upon our waking thoughts, They take a weight from off our waking toils, They do divide our being.

To have joy, one must share it.

On with the dance! let joy be unconfin'd; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the Glowing Hours with Flying feet.