Quotes About Joy

Music not only saved my life, it gave me a life

My true intent is all for your delight.

It's a wonderful life if you can find it.

You listen to a piece of music and it will remind you of something - it might make you happy, it might make you sad, but it is very emotive. And I think that Duran Duran have always understood that.

My happiness doesn't come from money or fame. My happiness comes from seeing life without struggle.

When I get up in the morning and put on a pink or a green wig, I see myself as a piece of animation. It lets me be the person I want to be, a person who's not embarrassed to have fun.

So, my happiness doesn't come from money or fame. My happiness comes from seeing life without struggle.

I think a child may be the only thing that could give me true happiness.

Take your joy, then, child, just tell me no more about it, and don't say I didn't warn you.

Begu laughed, too, that shimmery, silvery laugh Hild would always associate with light along with a wet beach and the smell of the sea and took her hand.

His eyes were brilliant, his cheeks hectic, but it was joy. This was what he'd been looking for all his life, to be a gesith, and do as gesiths do, and here he was, at the hall of the overking of the Anglisc, about to test his mettle against the king's own.

Thenike laughed, and Marghe listened to that laugh: rich, smoky, warm, it rolled like breaking waves on a flat beach, as if it could go on forever, changeless.

Mead was the key to good fellowship. A better gift, sometimes, than gold.

I had not heard her laugh before. It was subtle and warm as swirled brandy.

He laughed when he saw them, swung Begu off his horse and kissed her cheek, bowed to Breguswith and grinned at Hild.

You might have been talking gibberish, but your smile was radiant.

It felt like a moment out of time, endless. The grass was pleasantly prickly against her thighs and arms. She stretched, wiggled, laughed: happy.

Everything tasted round and ripe. The air was as rich and sweet as cider. Just breathing fed some part of her.

The air in her lungs evaporated in a puff she turned to a laugh, and she sat down. Breathed. Smiled.

She was smiling, an otter playing in a smoky waterfall. My face ached. It seemed I was smiling, too.

Sometimes she swung a stick sword: she had learnt long since that it made him happy for her to pretend to be Branwen the Bold, just as it made her happy for him to be still when she was watching and listening.

Blood rushed sweet and hot under my skin and laughter bubbled up through me and I loosed it.

And what I like about it is it makes me happy and I think it makes a lot of people happy to go to the movies and to not think about the problems of the day or the problems of tomorrow or the yesterday and just go on for the ride and have the fun of losing oneself in a fantasy.

The most completely wasted of all days is that in which we have not laughed.