Quotes About Joy

I feel something I can't quite put my finger on, something euphoric but deeply unsayable. Is it love or just not hate? Is it joy or just not sadness?

No, if you squinted a little bit, maybe what seemed like wasted time was, in fact, true happiness.

Laughing brings out the good in food. It's good to laugh. If you don't laugh, you're going to magnify. And if you magnify, you're going to die.

In sum, the Bible teaches that God's law does not stand in the way of our happiness—it seeks to make it possible.

It just takes a few minutes to train a child not to touch a given object. Most children can be brought into complete and joyous subjection in just three days. Thereafter, if you are consistent, the children will remain happy and obedient.

you don't stop laughing when you grown old, you grow old when you stop laughing.

You don't stop laughing because you grow old. You grow old because you stop laughing.

It's amazing... to enjoy the results of your labor.

Our greatest joy and our greatest spiritual responsibility is to become who we really are, which means, to fully express our spiritual archetype—our spiritual pattern, our spiritual identity. Esoteric psychologists (who are students and practitioners of the science of the soul) might well adopt one essential mantram which would be of supreme value to all their students and clients: Be Who You Are.

Why give me this life and then give me this disease? Why give me joy and beauty of you and Charlie and then snatch it away? It's like showing someone a glimpse of what life could be like and in the next breath telling them that it can never happen

I thought I knew everything about friendship and family: the happiness, simplicity and joy within them. But there is another side of devotion, a side which Samira understands.

beach, eating ice-cream cones or taking donkey rides. Blackpool is where she first rode roller skates and let a boy kiss her. She went in a talent show and sang a Cyndi Lauper song about girls

In the presence of real tragedy you feel neither pain nor joy nor hatred, only a sense of enormous space and time suspended, the great doors open to black eternity, the rising across the terrible field of that enormous, unanswerable question.

In the presence of real tragedy you feel neither pain nor joy nor hatred, only a sense of enormous space and time suspended, the great doors open to black eternity, the rising across the terrible field of that last enormous, unanswerable question.

And yet suddenly, terribly, he wanted it again, the way it used to be, arms linked together, all drunk and singing beautifully into the night, with visions of death from the afternoon and dreams of death in the coming dawn, the night filled with a monstrous and temporary glittering joy, fat moments, thick seconds dropping like warm rain, jewel after jewel.

Maybe that kid was in the back of the ensemble and he wasn't even good, or he was an abomination. I don't care. He was onstage and he was having a ball, and I'm absolutely thrilled because I've taken that kid to a place he never imagined and may never be again." •

and he was young and joyful and in love and his sweetie was here with him, and she loved him, too. All the world was theirs and bright with possibility. So it couldn't last. Who the fuck cared?

Good is not the opposite of evil, joy is the opposite of evil.

In joy, our choices may appear to be few, but one's responses are anything but confined, they're inspired, expanded.

Real joy comes when we get the right desire met - the desire for God himself, for a life led by the Spirit, fulfilling not our material desires but our deepest need, which is to be in a close relationship with our Creator. That is the source of true blessing. The only source.

This day, Lord, I thank You that I am in You and You are in me. Thank You that no matter how I feel, I abide in You. Thank You, Lord, that it is not a position I must struggle to maintain, for You have put me there. This moment is all I will be concerned for. I accept my position of abiding with joy."

In a continuing sign of Trump's Rashomon effect—his speeches inspiring joy or horror—witnesses would describe his reception at the CIA as either a Beatles-like emotional outpouring or a response so confounded and appalled that, in the seconds after he finished, you could hear a pin drop.

men are as vulnerable to joy as they are to suffering.

Del amor me cuesta hablar. Ahora estoy seguro de que Valérie fue una radiante excepción. Se contaba entre esos seres capaces de dedicar su vida a la felicidad de otra persona, de convertir esa felicidad en su objetivo. Es un fenómeno misterioso. Entraña la dicha, la sencillez y la alegría; pero sigo sin saber por qué o cómo se produce. Y si no he entendido el amor, ¿de qué me serviría entender todo lo demás?