Quotes About Joy

He grinned at her, and she grinned at him, and it seemed to Maria that suddenly the sun came out.

Allo, darlin'. Oi'm so glad to see it's love at first sight for you, too.

When you enter a room, all eyes turn to you. You blaze like a torch, lighting the darkest corners, brightening even those who thought they were already well lit. You bring joy and mirth and leave behind a glow that gives hope to those you left. And you, Mr. Makepeace? Are you one of those who thought themselves well lit? I am as dark as a pit. Now he was glad her back was turned. Even your torch will have difficulty lighting my depths.

Remember how we once lay together, love? Remember how we became lovers and hoped for a future? That future is alive and here. And taking his hand, she laid it upon her gently swelling belly, where a new life grew. Thus she made him touch Hope

Eve Dinwoody would never be called pretty, but there was something alluring about her nonetheless. She had the sort of plainness that surpassed mere symmetry of feature, transcended simple beauty, and became quietly compelling. And when she smiled at him like that? With joy and happiness and a sort of peace? She was radiant.

It was strange, I reflected, as we went out into the golden evening of the Byzantine streets, that even in the weirdest circumstances, the most troubling episodes of one's life, the greatest divides from home and familiarity, there were these moments of undeniable joy.

The station was crowded by the time the express pulled up. I felt then, as I do now, that there is no joy like the arrival of a train [...] particularly a European train that will carry you south.

Never before had I known the sudden quiver of understanding that travels from word to brain to heart, the way a new language can move, coil, swim into life under the eyes, the almost savage leap of comprehension, the instantaneous, joyful release of meaning, the way the words shed their printed bodies in a flash of heat and light. Since then I have known this moment

Ao sairmos para o anoitecer dourado das ruas bizantinas, refleti como era estranho que, mesmo sob as circunstâncias mais extraordinárias, durante episódios mais perturbadores da vida, nos lugares mais distantes de casa e de tudo que nos é familiar, possam existir esses momentos de incontestável alegria.

Yes, she had needed that. She had needed it all her life, without knowing that was what she needed. The joy of creation, of play, had been the empty place unfilled by family and social duties. She would have loved her children better, she thought now, if she had realized how much she herself needed to play, to follow her own childish desire to handle beautiful things and make more beauty.

The GP, who she called immediately, fingers shaking as she dialled, exclaimed with joy. She didn't thinkdoctors were supposed to do that - register an emotional reaction to an outcome.

Can't you ever stop joking? No, why should I? Laughter is one of the two things that make life worthwhile. Aren't you going to ask what the other one is?

His house to me was a child was a heart of happiness. If there is a wonder childhood possesses which makes it forever superior to what shall come after, it is the happy and uncritical love of whatever is happy, place or person, it does not matter which.

Had they known at these moments to be quietly joyful? Most likely not. People mostly did not know enough when they were living life that they were living it.

She belongs to the winter that is past, to the darkness that is over, and has no part or lot in the life I shall lead for the next six months. Oh, I could dance and sing for joy that the spring is here! What a resurrection of beauty there is in my garden, and of brightest hope in my heart.

I was for ever making plans, and if nothing came of them, what did it matter? The mere making had been a joy.

And when I'm with you, she said, I feel as if I were stuffed with—oh, with stars.

It is beautiful, beautiful to give; one of the very most beautiful things in life.

but it's fun being alive, isn't it? I feel as if I'd only got to stretch up my hands to all those stars and catch as many of them as I want to.

I don't believe there was ever anybody who loved being happy as much as I did. What I mean is that I was so acutely conscious of being happy, so appreciative of it; that I wasn't ever bored, and was always and continuously grateful for the whole delicious loveliness of the world.

You are all the happiness, he said, with an energy of conviction astonishing at half-past nine in the morning, and all the music, and all the colour, and all the fragrance there is in the world.

This radiant weather, when mere living is a joy, and sitting still over the fire out of the question, has been going on for more than a week.

He thought her delightful, - freckles, picnic-untidiness and all.

What fun it all was, she thought, and how entirely new and delicious being taken care of as though she were a thing that mattered, a precious thing!