Quotes About Joy

For the possession of what we love is an even greater joy than love itself.

And in myself, too, many things have perished which, I imagined, would last for ever, and new structures have arisen, giving birth to new sorrows and new joys which in those days I could not have foreseen, just as now the old are difficult of comprehension.

Ideas are substitutes for sorrows; when the latter change into ideas they lose part of their noxious action on our hearts and even at the first instant their very transformation disengages a feeling of joy.

She was capable of causing me pain, but no longer any joy. Pain alone kept my wearisome attachment alive.

Pois a posse do que se ama é uma alegria ainda maior do que o amor.

The woods, the vines, the very stones, were at one with the brightness of the sun and the unblemished sky, and even when the sky grew overcast, the multitude of leaves, as in a sudden change of tone, the earth of the roads, the roofs of the town, seemed as though caught up in the unity of a brand-new world. And all that Jean was feeling seemed without effort to chime with the surrounding oneness, and he was conscious of the perfect joy which is the gift of harmony.

pareceu-me de súbito que a minha humilde vida e os reinos da verdade não estavam tão separados como supusera, que chegavam até a coincidir em certos pontos, e chorei de alegria e confiança sobre as páginas do escritor, como nos braços de um pai reencontrado.

The zone of melancholy which I then entered was as distinct from the zone in which I had been bounding with joy a moment before as, in certain skies, a band of pink is separated, as though by a line invisibly ruled, from a band of green or black. You may see a bird flying across the pink; it draws near the border-line, touches it, enters and is lost upon the black.

Fortunately, life, which was more powerful than their mockery and whose sweet and strengthening milk he had not fully drained, held out its breast to dissuade him. And he resumed drinking with a joyous voracity, his rich and credulous imagination listening naïvely to the grievances of that ravenousness and making wonderful amends for its blighted hopes.

Ideas come to us as the successors to griefs, and griefs, at the moment when they change into ideas, lose some part of their power to injure the heart; the transformation itself, even, for an instant, releases suddenly a little joy.

Já houve quem dissesse que a beleza é uma promessa de felicidade. Inversamente a possibilidade de prazer pode ser um começo de beleza.

Be grateful to people who make us happy, they are the gentle gardeners who make our souls blossom.

Wild above rule or art, enormous bliss.

One sip of this will bathe the drooping spirits in delight, beyond the bliss of dreams.

Heaven's last best gift, my ever new delight.

The happy place Imparts to thee no happiness, no joy -- Rather inflames thy torment, representing Lost bliss, to thee no more communicable; So never more in Hell than when in Heaven.

With thee conversing I forget all time, All seasons and their change, All please alike.

What hither brought us, hate, not love, nor hope   Of Paradise for Hell, hope here to taste   Of pleasure, but all pleasure to destroy,   Save what is in destroying, other joy   To me is lost. Then

To whom the wilie Adder, blithe and glad.

Under what torments inwardly I groan, While they adore me on the throne of hell. With diadem and sceptre high advanced, The lower still I fall, only supreme In misery. Such joy ambition finds.

of thee/ Pains only in child-bearing were foretold; soon recompensed with joy, fruit of thy womb

Hail, Son of the Most High, heir of both Worlds,   Queller of Satan! On thy glorious work   Now enter, and begin to save Mankind.     Thus they the Son of God, our Saviour meek,   Sung victor, and, from heavenly feast refreshed,   Brought on his way with joy. He, unobserved,   Home to his mother's house private returned.

I ran home in the moonlight with firm strides; for the sun-love made me strong.

An eagle soaring above a sheer cliff, where I suppose its nest is, makes another striking show of life, and helps to bring to mind the other people of the so-called solitude—deer in the forest caring for their young; the strong, well-clad, well-fed bears; the lively throng of squirrels; the blessed birds, great and small, stirring and sweetening the groves; and the clouds of happy insects filling the sky with joyous hum as part and parcel of the down-pouring sunshine.