Quotes About Joy

The Rainbow comes and goes,And lovely is the Rose.

O joy! that in our embersIs something that doth live,That nature yet remembersWhat was so fugitive!

Surprised by joy—impatient as the wind.

Ten thousand saw I at a glance,Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

Bliss was it in that dawn to be alive,But to be young was very heaven!

Even thus last night, and two nights more I lay, And could not win thee, Sleep, by any stealth: So do not let me wear to-night away. Without thee what is all the morning's wealth? Come, blessed barrier between day and day, Dear mother of fresh thoughts and joyous health!

While with an eye made quiet by the powerOf harmony, and the deep power of joy,We see into the life of things.

Pleasure is spread through the earth In stray gifts to be claimed by whoever shall find.

My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky...

'Tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes!

I wandered lonely as a cloudThat floats on high o'er vales and hills,When all at once I saw a crowd,A host, of golden daffodils.

I have felt a presence that disturbs me with the joy of elevated thoughts; a sense sublime of something far more deeply interfused, whose dwelling is the light of setting suns, and the round ocean, and the living air, and the blue sky, and in the mind of man...

Thanks to the human heart by which we live, Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and its fears, To me the meanest flower that blows can give Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.

Delight and liberty, the simple creed of childhood.

I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills When all at once I saw a crowd A host of golden daffodils Beside the lake beneath the trees Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

The earth was all before me. With a heart Joyous, nor scared at its own liberty, I look about; and should the chosen guide Be nothing better than a wandering cloud, I cannot miss my way.

O joy! that in our embers Is something that doth live.

Almost suspended, we are laid asleep In body, and become a living soul: While with an eye made quiet by the power Of harmony, and the deep power of joy, We see into the life of things.

From heart-experience, and in humblest sense Of Modesty, that he, who in his youth A daily wanderer among woods and fields With living Nature hath been intimate, Not only in that raw unpractised time Is stirred to ecstasy, as others are, By glittering verse but further, doth receive, In measure only dealt out to himself, Knowledge and increase of enduring joy From the great Nature that exists in works Of mighty Poets.

Pleasures newly found are sweet When they lie about our feet:

Until, the breath of this corporeal frame And even the motion of our human blood Almost suspended, we are laid asleep In body, and become a living soul: While with an eye made quiet by the power Of harmony, and the deep power of joy, We see into the life of things.

They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude And then my heart with pleasure fills And dances with the daffodils

Good fellowship and friendship are lasting, rational and manly pleasures.

Comes de revolution, we'll eat strawberries and cream!