Quotes About Joy

Weddings seem to be something of a spectator sport in these parts." Grace laughed. "Come to think of it, we have had our share of bouquets tossed in the past year or so." Still smiling, she glanced at Fiona, who, along with Kerry, was still wrangling over who should be in charge of running Kerry's love life. "And we're not done yet," Grace said. Smiling, he looked back at her and winked. "Yes, I'm rather counting on that bit.

He smiled at the brilliance of his perception, and Brunetti, too, smiled, delighted to hear it.

We looked at each other and just laughed; everything was hysterically funny, even the playground slide was smiling at us, and at some point, deep in the night, when we were swinging on the jungle gym and showers of sparks were flying out of our mouths, I had the epiphany that laughter was light, and light was laughter, and that this was the secret of the universe.

I've come to realize that the only truths that matter to me are the ones I don't, and can't, understand. What's mysterious, ambiguous, inexplicable. What doesn't fit into a story, what doesn't have a story. Glint of brightness on a barely-there chain. Patch of sunlight on a yellow wall. The loneliness that separates every living creature from every other living creature. Sorrow inseparable from joy.

But does it make any sense at all to know that it ends badly for all of us, even the happiest of us, and that we all lose everything that matters in the end-and yet to know as well, despite all this, as cruelly as the game is stacked, that it's possible to play it with a kind of joy? To try to make some meaning out of all this seems unbelievably quaint. Maybe I only see a pattern because I've been staring too long. But then again, to paraphrase Boris, maybe I see a pattern because it's there.

English] fails me utterly when I attempt to describe what I love about Greek, that language innocent of all quirks and cranks; a language obsessed with action, and with the joy of seeing action multiply from action, action marching relentlessly ahead and with yet more actions filing in from either side to fall into neat step at the rear, in a long straight rank of cause and effect toward what will be inevitable, the only possible end.

Everything was hysterically funny, even the playground slide was smiling at us, and at some point, deep in the night, when we were winging on the jungle gym and showers of sparks were flying out of our mouths, I had the epiphany that laughter was light, and light was laughter, and that this was the secret of the universe.

That surge of power and delight, of confidence, of control. That sudden sense of the richness of the world. Its infinite possibility.

It made me feel less mortal, less ordinary. It was support and vindication; it was sustenance and sum. It was the keystone that held the whole cathedral up. And it was awful to learn, by having it so suddenly vanish from under me, that all my adult life I'd been privately sustained by that great, hidden, savage joy: the conviction that my whole life was balanced atop a secret that might at any movement blow me part.

Let's both be good, and truthful, and kind to each other, and let's be happy together and have fun always.

does it make any sense at all to know that it ends badly for all of us, even the happiest of us, and that we all lose everything that matters in the end -- and yet to know as well, despite all this, as cruelly as the game is stacked, that it's possible to play it with a kind of joy? To try to make some meaning out of all this seems unbelievably quaint.

The smells, the shadows, even the dappled pale trunks of the plane trees lifted my spirits

i had just come back from the brink of Death itself, back to the sun and air. Now I was free; and my life, which I had thougt was lost, stretched out indescribably precious and sweet before me.

Do you really think what we do is work? - What else should I call it? I should call it the most glorious kind of play.

And—maybe it's ridiculous to go on in this vein, although it doesn't matter since no one's ever going to see this—but does it make any sense at all to know that it ends badly for all of us, even the happiest of us, and that we all lose everything that matters in the end—and yet to know as well, despite all this, as cruelly as the game is stacked, that it's possible to play it with a kind of joy?

achingly conscious that I was alive and young on a beautiful day;

happiest of us, and that we all lose everything that matters in the end—and yet to know as well, despite all this, as cruelly as the game is stacked, that it's possible to play it with a kind of joy?

I had the epiphany that laughter was light, and light as laughter, and that this was a secret of the universe.

This is very good," I said, half a minute or so later, just as the first euphoric sparkle was starting to hit my synapses.

Does it make any sense at all to know that it ends badly for all of us, even the happiest of us, and that we all lose everything that matters in the end--and yet to know as well, despite all this, as cruelly as the game is stacked, that it's possible to play it with a kind of joy?

You must do in life those things that most satisfy. Otherwise, what is it all for?

Oh joy! oh delight! should we go without dying, No sickness, no sadness, no dread and no crying. Caught up through the clouds with our Lord into glory, When Jesus receives "His own." O Lord Jesus, how long, how long Ere we shout the glad song, Christ returneth! Hallelujah! hallelujah! Amen, Halleljah! Amen. "Christ Returneth" —H. L. Thrner

You can't let the uncertainty of tomorrow interfere with the joy of today,

Happiness isn't about what you do, Jack. It's about how you feel about what you do.