Quotes About Joy

For years she had been able to be happy only by forgetting happiness.

One loved being with Lotty. With her one was free, and yet befriended.

Laughter—one of the most precious of God's gifts; the very salt, the very light, the very fresh air of life; the divine disinfectant, the heavenly purge. Could one ever be real friends with somebody one didn't laugh with? Of course one couldn't.

Penso che un peccatore debba peccare con allegria, oppure non peccare affatto. [...] E' ben misero chi pecca dispiacendosene.

Straordinario come ci si sente soli, laggiù nel profondo dell'animo, se manca un compagno di esultanze.

and there were days last winter when I danced for sheer joy out in my frost-bound garden, in spite of my years and children.

but the greater part of my spring happiness is due to the scent of the wet earth and young leaves.

and there were days last winter when I danced for sheer joy out in my frost-bound garden, in spite of my years and children. But I did it behind a bush, having a due regard for the decencies.

Can one be bored in a world so wonderful?

What a happy woman I am living in a garden, with books, babies, birds, and flowers, and plenty of leisure to enjoy them! Yet my town acquaintances look upon it as imprisonment, and burying, and I don't know what besides, and would rend the air with their shrieks if condemned to such a life. Sometimes I feel as if I were blest above all my fellows in being able to find my happiness so easily.

I asked nothing better of life. I still ask nothing better of life. Strange to say—for surely it is strange not to have increased one's claims, during the passage from youth to maturity?—these very things, just sun on my face, the feel of spring round the corner, and nobody anywhere in sight except a dog, are still enough to fill me with utter happiness. How convenient. And how cheap.

and there is no getting away from it, I am made for dogs and dogs for me, because the instant I saw him I began to cheer up. Sitting

Up to now I have had fourteen, but they weren't spread over my life equally, and for years and years at a time I had none. This, when first I began considering my dogs, astonished me; I mean, that for years and years I had none. What was I about, I wondered, to allow myself to be dogless? How was it that there were such long periods during which I wasn't making some good dog happy? Lately

Nieustaj?co czuj? si? szcz??liwa (na dworze, rzecz jasna, jako ?e w ?rodku jest s?u?ba i meble).

the teeming plant life rejoices on the lawns free from all interference from men and hoes;

All days are happy...if you let them be.

It's like being in love, discovering your best friend.

Tolstoy is frequently quoted as saying something about how all happy families are the same. but unhappy families are all unhappy in different ways. Of course he's got it totally wrong, completely ass-backward. Happiness is infinite in its variety, and happy people, happy families, can find their joy in so many different ways.... And all the unhappy families are all pretty much the same. All types of misery are identical at the core...

You can look at my life and say there've been some real tragedies, and there have been. But there've also been some exquisitely beautiful times. To me, those far outweigh the others.

When Christ's Cross is big in our mind's eye, our gratitude is big as well. In that mindset, being God's steward is not dull duty, but grateful obedience. We are Christ's glad bond slaves, like Paul, wild and full of joy, pressing on to use all we've been given — including our time — in the Master's service, and for His glory. After all, we know that He will come back any day now — and then time as we know it will be no more.

In my food world, there is no fear or guilt, only joy and balance. So no ingredient is ever off-limits. Rather, all of the recipes here follow my Usually-Sometimes-Rarely philosophy. Notice there is no Never.

Being judgmental must surely be one of the most joyful activities known to the species and it is cruel that other animals are denied this pleasure.

The manifold gifts of God are there to be delighted in, to fall short of joy would be ingratitude.

There was, after all, a great deal of human happiness in the world, even a world so torn and mangled with conflict, cruelty and greed. So it had always been, and always would be. And so be it, provided the indomitable spark of joy never went out.