Quotes About Joy

La plus perdue de toutes les journées est celle où l'on n'a pas ri.

The most wasted day of all is that on which we have not laughed.

La gloire ne peut apporter de joie à qui l'a volée: elle ne fait palpiter que les cœurs dignes d'elle.

women laugh in such ways that we can't see the fences in their breathing

Booze and puppies," said Sara under her breath to me. "The best social lubricants in North America.

He looked at her. There was something about her. When he was with her he felt happy, excited; when he was apart from her he found himself wanting to be with her again.

He forgot all that was strange about her face when she smiled. Because then, pleasure just burst out from somewhere inside her. He liked that. It was uncontrolled.

You know, I'm just - I'm really happy for my dad.

Pat had a turbulent personality, a complex mixture of joy and despair, but through it all, great love.

It's the most amazing cast, a dream cast. We laugh all the time.

I felt again and again the joy she had given me at each stage of her growth and knew I was fortunate to have received from God this very special blessing of a daughter.

On the whole, I prefer Christmas as an adult than I did as a child.

Feeling fat lasts nine months but the joy of becoming a mom lasts forever.

And I am in love with light. Lock me in the sunshine.

The perfect size is happy" -Garvey

Son, don't mind what's missing. Count allthat's free: friendship, laughter, all thelove your heart can carry, and time -- count time.

Round still, but that's fine. Feeling good outside and in. Maybe I'm not thin, but skinny isn't perfect. The perfect size is happy.

I was so happy every morning when I woke up that I was pissing smiley faces.

Countless as the sands of the sea are human passions.

Everywhere across whatever sorrows of which our life is woven, some radiant joy will gaily flash past.

But there is nothing enduring in the world, and therefore even joy in the second minute is already not as acute as in the first; in the third minute it becomes still weaker and finally merges unnoticeably with the usual condition of the soul, as a circle on the water, caused by the fall of a pebble, finally merges with the smooth surface.

But nothing is permanent in this world. Joy in the second moment of its arrival is already less keen than in the first, is still fainter in the third, and finishes by coalescing with our normal mental state, just as the circles which the fall of a pebble forms on the surface of water, gradually die away.

A adormit bu?tean, cum dorm numai acei ferici?i care nu sufer? nici de hemoroizi, nici de purici ?i nici de vreo agerime prea mare a min?ii.

Everywhere, despite all the sorrows from which our lives are woven, there will flash a glittering dream of joy, just like a brilliant carriage with gold trappings, fairytale steeds, sparkling windows which suddenly appears from nowhere and flashes past some wretched backwater village, which has never seen anything other than farm carts, and for a long time after the peasants remain standing, mouths agape and caps still doffed, although the wondrous carriage has long since passed from view