Quotes About Joy

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Most people like to talk to people that are fun. When you break it down, there are only a few benefits that people receive from conversations, and fun and entertainment is a major one.

All of a sudden I looked at him with his rosy cheeks and the two silver snots at his nose and what did I want to do I wanted to kiss him. Not the way Tiddly did it any of that but just because all of a sudden everything seemed so good. I said to myself: Just being here is so good I could stand here for ever.

Dogs don't got the problems of people. Dogs can be happy any old time.

Submit! Juliet's Joy screeches underneath him at no one in particular. "I've got to get a new horse," the Mayor mutters.

It's like a rule of life that yer automatically happier when you don't gotta worry about something.

He opens his voice, showing me other sunrises he has seen, where the fields turn golden and the Source and his one in particular stood up from their early morning labours to watch it rise, a memory as simple as that, yet covered in joy and loss and love and grief- And hope.

I'm happy. Which is the weirdest thing of all.

I want a world where you can live and be happy.

Salvation is as easy as chicken wings, I guess.

Mel lets us in the house, and we aren't two steps inside before Mary Magdalene, our tubby little orange cat, is running a purring streak around Jared's legs. He touches her nose lightly with his finger. "I see you," he whispers, and Mary Mags does an ecstatic lopsided spin to the floor, like a falling propeller.

When I sit down, he recurls by my legs and falls asleep, farting happily and giving a doggy sigh. Simple to be a dog.

He answered the phone to his daughter with a broken but joyous heart, ready to speak with her of astonishment and wonder.

He's awake," she said, tears of joy still streaming. "Lee, Wilf. He's awake.

Joy and suffering are not mutually exclusive, they flow from the same valve. Close that valve and you may not hurt as much, but neither will you shine.

Why would I want to win anything other than a beautiful game?

You're my safe harbor in an endless stormy sea. You're my shady willow on a sunny day. You're sweet music in a distant room. You're unexpected cake on a rainy day. You're my bright penny on the roadside, you are worth more than the moon on the long night walk. You are sweet wine in my mouth, a song in my throat and laughter in my heart.

Stories don't need to be new to bring you joy. Some stories are like familiar friends. Some are dependable as bread.

She laughed so sweet and loud and long it sounded like a bell, a harp, a song.

There can be many opinions on a thing, but there is only one truth." Vashet smiled lazily. "And if the pursuit of the truth was my goal, that would concern me." She gave a long yawn, stretching like a happy cat. "Instead I will focus on the joy in my heart, [...}

The sweet smile of a young woman. There is nothing better in the world. It is worth more than salt. Something in us sickens and dies without it. I am sure of this. Such a simple thing. How strange. How wonderful and strange.

That's one of the best things about horror movies – they're not real life. They're like emotional cardio. They give us the chance to be terrified in a consequence-free environment. That's the joy of all fiction, really: you get the benefit of experiencing something without the burden of having to actually experience it.

The point isn't to win the game. The point is to play a beautiful game. (paraphrased)

May all your stories be glad ones, and your roads be smooth and short.