Quotes About Joy

Virtue is simply happiness, and happiness is a by-product of function. You are happy when you are functioning.

The woods of Arcady are dead,And over is their antique joy;Of old the world on dreaming fed;Gray Truth is now her painted toy.

When I play on my fiddle in Dooney,Folk dance like a wave of the sea.

Land of Heart's Desire,Where beauty has no ebb, decay no flood,But joy is wisdom, time an endless song.

Unwearied still, lover by lover,They paddle in the coldCompanionable streams or climb the air;Their hearts have not grown old.

You shall go with me, newly-married bride,And gaze upon a merrier multitude.White-armed Nuala, Aengus of the Birds,Feachra of the hurtling form, and himWho is the ruler of the Western Host,Finvara, and their Land of Heart's Desire.Where beauty has no ebb, decay no flood,But joy is wisdom, time an endless song.

Everything that's lovely is But a brief, dreamy kind of delight.

I think all happiness depends on the energy to assume the mask of some other life, on a re-birth as something not one's self.

O cowardly amd tyrannous race of monks, persecutors of the bard, and the gleemen, haters of life and joy! O race that does not draw the sword and tell the truth! O race that melts the bones of the people with cowardice and with deceit! ("The Crucifixion Of The Outcast")

But he heard high up in the air A piper piping away, And never was piping so sad, And never was piping so gay.

The first time I saw him he was cooking mushrooms for himself; the next time he was asleep under a hedge, smiling in his sleep. He was indeed always cheerful, though I thought I could see in his eyes (swift as the eyes of a rabbit, when they peered out of their wrinkled holes) a melancholy which was well-nigh a portion of their joy; the visionary melancholy of purely instinctive natures and of all animals.

Being Irish, he had an abiding sense of tragedy, which sustained him through temporary periods of joy.

It's the anarchy of povertydelights me.

Who shall say I am notthe happy genius of my household?

In summer, the song sings itself.

Uncertainty and expectation are the joys of life. Security is an insipid thing, through the overtaking and possessing of a wish discovers the folly of the chase.

Uncertainty and expectation are the joys of life.

then to the dance, and make the sober moon... witness of joys that shun the sights of noon.

The summer morn is bright and fresh, the birds are darting by, As if they loved to breast the breeze that sweeps the cool clear sky.

There is a day of sunny rest For every dark and troubled night; And grief may bide an evening guest, But joy shall come with early light.

You don't really understand human nature unless you know why a child on a merry-go-round will wave at his parents every time around–and why his parents will always wave back.

Love within my being. You lived with me, breath of my breath, Being in my being, nor left my side; But now the wheel of Time has turned And you are gone – no joys abide. You

he started to hum along with the stereo playing in the bedroom. Beethoven's Ode to Joy—possibly his favorite piece of music. The majesty of the chorus never ceased to thrill him.

Gem of all joy, jasper of jocundity.