Quotes About Joy

His smile grew, and the dimple appeared and … and I kissed him. I rested my body against him, at an angle so I didn't squish the cat, and thought, Here is my happiness. Here is my reason to survive. Here is my home.

He did not enjoy the sorrow, but he would not have missed the years that he and Joseph were friends, either. Such joy was worth a little sorrow.

But I've learned that there are always terrible things, and sometimes it is very important to grasp what joy and beauty you can, whenever you can.

As a kid, glissading down steep, snow-covered mountain slopes had been an upgrade in difficulty and fun to simply sledding.

Dance when the moon sings, and don't cry about troubles that haven't yet come.

In the experience is the emotion. In the emotion is the gift.

The ceremony went by in a blur, but Mendanbar was pretty sure he hadn't made any mistakes because suddenly he was kissing Cimorene and everyone was cheering. He felt like cheering himself, except he would have had to stop kissing Cimorene.

Smiling, I picked up the other two bundles and followed happily after.

Perfect happiness is good for one's soul. It is wonderful for one's temper. However, in my experience, it tends to impair one's wits.

I have to keep reminding myself: If you give your life to God, he doesn't promise you happiness and that everything will go well. But he does promise you peace. You can have peace and joy, even in bad circumstances.

I know you have it in you, Guy," Anne said suddenly at the end of a silence, "the capacity to be terribly happy.

When I walk the path between the gardens everyone is there, Mama and Papa, the aunts, Caleb and Jack. Aunt Harriet plays the flute-- But the best thing of all is that Grandfather is there waiting for me, smiling. He gives my dog husband a bone. "Be good to Cassie," he says. "Oui," says Nick. I am astonished. I have never heard Nick speak French words. "You speak French!" I cry. "I retrieve, too," says my dog husband.

I live life to the brim," she said. "And a little over the top, I'd say," said Grandfather.

Benny was just five and he made everyone smile. "That's Benny's job," Mama had said, "to brighten our days.

Where's Cassie, Caleb? Is she asleep?" asked Sarah. Grandfather smiled. He leaned over and took Cassie's foot, sticking out from under the daybed. "I found you, Cassie," he whispered. "I found you.

Patricia MacLachlan

There is a joy...in creating surprising insight into a character. The characters in my books become, for me, good friends, extended family members, or the brothers and sisters I never had. Books affect lives, especially children's lives, because children have a genuine belief in the truth of stories, the ultimate gift for the writer. It's a shared gift—from writer to reader and back again.

Ama wipes her hands on her apron, looks up at our old roof with new eyes, and lifts the baby from his basket. She twirls him in the air, her skirts flying around her ankles the way the clouds swirl around the mountain cap--her laughter fresh and strange and musical to my ears.

while happiness is something more personal, something a little more selfish perhaps.

Joy connects us to something larger than ourselves," Beethoven explained, "while happiness is something more personal, something a little more selfish perhaps.

With upwards of a million people attending, give yourself over to the crowd and join a massive 100,000-strong conga line like the one that set the world's record in 1988.

Rancid was poor. He didn't seem to know that he was poor, however, and I never had the heart to tell him, because he was the happiest person I'd ever met. If he had known he was poor, of course, then he would have been sad and miserable all the time. As it was, Rancid was able to live out his whole life in blissful ignorance of the fact that he was poor.

The madness of Christmas is not to be resisted by any human means. It either stealthily creeps or crudely batters its way into every fastness or fortress of prudence all over the land.

I find a star-lovely art In a dark sod. Joy that is timeless! O heart That knows God!