Quotes About Joy

When the green woods laugh with the voice of joy, And the dimpling stream runs laughing by; When the air does laugh with our merry wit, And the green hill laughs with the noise of it.

Happiness was born a twin.

Sleep hath its own world, A boundary between the things misnamed Death and existence: Sleep hath its own world, And a wide realm of wild reality, And dreams in their development have breath, And tears and tortures, and the touch of joy.

Life's enchanted cup sparkles near the brim

The mind which is immortal makes itself Requital for its good or evil thoughts, Is its own origin of ill and end, And its own place and time; its innate sense, When stripped of this mortality, derives No colour from the fleeting things without, But is absorb'd in sufferance or in joy, Born from the knowledge of its own desert.

Always laugh when you can. It is a cheap medicine.

What else can joy be, but the spreading joy?

Always laugh when you can, it is cheap medicine.

And at that moment a wind came out of the northwest, and entered the woods and bared the golden branches, and danced over the downs, and led a company of scarlet and golden leaves, that had dreaded this day but danced now it had come; and away with a riot of dancing and glory of colour, high in the light of the sun that had set from the sight of the fields, went wind and leaves together.

she gave thanks to the images of the stars for the joy she had had of the night, when the constellations shone in their myriad majesty, and moved like an army dresses in silver mail, marching from unknown victories to conquer in distant wars. She praised those bright reflections shimmering down in the pool.

I know that two and two make four - and should be glad to prove it too if I could - though I must say if by any sort of process I could convert 2 and 2 into five it would give me much greater pleasure.

Laugh while-a you can, monkey boy.

At the core of the universe, the face of God wears a smile

Mom. Wife. Filmmaker. Dog lover. Happy. What else is there?

Happy sneaked out of the room and joined merriment down the hall.

A sound mind in a sound body is a short but full description of a happy state in this world.

Then came her voice in his ear: "I give myself to thee. I give myself to thee. I give myself to thee." And at last she sank onto him, and he wrapped his arms about her and savoured the delicious peace. The stray, funny thought came: we're married , and he laughed out loud.

My life has run from misery to happiness.

The pursuit of happiness is in our Constitution. We're all entitled to have the best we can.

If the queen had balls, she'd be the king." If you go through life picking and choosing, if you don't recognize that "the perfect is the enemy of the good," you may deprive yourself of joy.

But many people come to therapy seeking closure. Help me not to feel. What they eventually discover is that you can't mute one emotion without muting the others. You want to mute the pain? You'll also mute the joy.

Every laugh and good time that comes my way feels ten times better than before I knew such sadness.

There's a term for this irrational fear of joy: cherophobia (chero is the Greek word for "rejoice"). People with cherophobia are like Teflon pans in terms of pleasure—it doesn't stick (though pain cakes on them as if to an ungreased surface).

You want to mute the pain? You'll also mute the joy.