Quotes About Joy

Wise wretch! with pleasures too refin'd to please;With too much spirit to be e'er at ease;With too much quickness ever to be taught;With too much thinking to have common thought.You purchase pain with all that joy can give,And die of nothing but a rage to live.

Behold the child, by Nature's kindly law pleased with a rattle, tickled with a straw.

Amusement is the happiness of those who cannot think.

Reason's whole pleasure, all the joys of Sense, Lie in three words, Health, Peace, and Competence. But Health consists with Temperance alone, And Peace, oh Virtue! Peace is all thy own.

With too much quickness ever to be taught, with too much thinking to have common thought: You purchase pain with all t hat joy can give, and die of nothing but a rage to live

Com'è felice il destino dell'incolpevole vestale! Dimentica del mondo, dal mondo dimenticata. Infinita letizia della mente candida! Accettata ogni preghiera e rinunciato a ogni desiderio.

But now secure the painted vessel glides,   The sun-beams trembling on the floating tides:   While melting music steals upon the sky,   And soften'd sounds along the waters die; 50   Smooth flow the waves, the Zephyrs gently play,   Belinda smil'd, and all the world was gay.

Wise wretch! with pleasures too refined to please, With too much spirit to be e'er at ease, With too much quickness ever to be taught, With too much thinking to have common thought: You purchase pain with all that joy can give, And die of nothing but a rage to live.

You purchase pain with all that joy can give and die of nothing but a rage to live.

But flaming youth in all it's madness Keeps nothing of its heart concealed: It's loves and hates, its joys and sadness, Are babbled out and soon revealed.

To be more precise... death is [contrary to] God, and if death is natural, if it is the ultimate truth about life and about the world, if it is the highest and immutable law about all of creation, then there is no God, then this whole story about creation, about joy, and about the light of life is a total lie.

The "modern man" has "come of age" as a deadly serious adult, conscious of his sufferings and alienations but not of joy, of sex but not of love, of science but not of "mystery.

As we make the first step into the "bright sadness" of Lent, we see—far, far away—the destination. It is the joy of Easter, it is the entrance into the glory of the Kingdom. And it is this vision, the foretaste of Easter, that makes Lent's sadness bright and our lenten effort a "spiritual spring." The night may be dark and long, but all along the way a mysterious and radiant dawn seems to shine on the horizon.

At this stage we shall say only this: the Eucharist is the entrance of the Church into the joy of its Lord. And to enter into that joy, so as to be a witness to it in the world, is indeed the very calling of the Church, its essential leitourgia, the sacrament by which it "becomes what it is." In

To live in the world as if there were no God ! "-but hon esty to the Gospel, to the whole Christian tradition, to the experience of every saint and every word of Christian litu rgy demands exactly the opposite : to live in the world seeing everything in it as a revelation of God, a sign of His presence, the joy of ·His coming, the call to communion with Him , the hope for fulfillment in Him

Sad brightness": the sadness of my exile, of the waste I have made of my life; the brightness of God's presence and forgiveness, the joy of the recovered desire for God, the peace of the recovered home. Such is the climate of lenten worship; such is its first and general impact on my soul.

For the Gospel is not only a "record" of Christ's resurrection; the Word of God is the eternal coming to us of the Risen Lord, the very power and joy of the resurrection.

How deeply seated in the human heart is the liking for gardens and gardening.

Christmas is the day that holds all time together.

Trifles make up the happiness or the misery of human life.

I feel so thankful that I'm able to be a part of something that I love to wake up and run to work every day.

but the pathos and the gift of life is that we cannot know which will be our defining heartbreak, or our most victorious joy.

I once read that life should not be about the number of breaths you take, but the number of moments that take your breath away.

I've always found that the best experiences in life are the ones you didn't plan, the ones you stumble across and they just happen