Quotes About Joy

If we think we will have joy only by praying and singing psalms, we will be disillusioned. But if we fill our lives with simple good things and constantly thank God for them, we will be joyful, that is, full of joy. And what about our problems? When we determine to dwell on the good and excellent things in life, we will be so full of those things that they will tend to swallow our problems.

The tone of his songs was consistently celebratory: "Isn't it grand to be a Christian, isn't it grand?" singers asked one another. Isn't

It is in this marvellous transformation of clods and cold matter into living things that the joy and the hope of summer reside. Every blade of grass, each leaf, each separate floret and petal, is an inscription speaking of hope. So that my hope becomes as broad as the horizon afar, reiterated by every leaf, sung on every bough, reflected in the gleam of every flower.

My heart is fixed firm and stable in the belief that ultimately the sunshine and the summer, the flowers and the azure sky, shall become, as it were, interwoven into man's existence. He shall take from all their beauty and enjoy their glory.

It is nothing to the green-finches; all their thoughts are in their song-talk. The sunny moment is to them all in all. So deeply are they rapt in it that they do not know whether it is a moment or a year. There is no clock for feeling, for joy, for love

An angel wouldn't know fun if it showed up in a blimp with dancing girls and a full bar.

Anyway, there's nothing at all humiliating about clutching ten pounds of ice like your firstborn while the damn bag leaks all over your crotch so it looks like you pissed yourself with joy. I crack open another beer to celebrate fatherhood and keep reminding myself that I'm doing this for Candy.

What does that stupid song mean? What's supposed to be in my heart? I go over the lyrics a couple more times in my head. "All things bright and beautiful, / All creatures great and small, / All things wise and wonderful, / The Lord God made them all." Basically, it's saying that God made everything and everything is just great. This thing is a damn Disney nightmare. God made everything and everything is great.

Sing, then. Sing, indeed, with shoulders back, and head up so that song might go to the roof and beyond to the sky. Mass on mass of tone, with a hard edge, and rich with quality, every single note a carpet of colour woven from basso profundo, and basso, and baritone, and alto, and tenor, and soprano, and also mezzo, and contralto, singing and singing, until life and all things living are become a song. O, Voice of Man, organ of most lovely might.

Everywhere was singing, all over the house was singing, and outside the house was alive with singing, and the very air was song.

There is a wholeness about a woman, of shape, and sound, and colour, and taste, and smell, a quietness that is her, that you will want to hold tightly to you, all, every little bit, without words, in peace, for jealousy for the things that escape the clumsiness of your arms. So you feel when you love. ...For her womaness is a blessing about her, and you are tender to put your hands upon her and kiss, not with lust, but with the joy of one returning to a lost one.

I played around our yard some and talked to the fence posts, sung songs and made the weeds sing . . . —WOODY GUTHRIE

These ecstatic moments of delight or fear, or both, "radioactive jewels buried within us, emitting energy across the years of our lives," as Chawla eloquently puts it, are most often experienced in nature during formative years.

Then the realization of grandeur of the human soul, immediately followed by the rapture of the realization of God. He glances back and sees how futile his life and ambitions have so far been. Then realizes his present reconcilement with the cosmos and that the rest of his life must be continual joy.

What is the worth of anything, But for the happiness 'twill bring?

The sweetness of reunion is the joy of heaven.

I once read that the secret to happiness is having something to do, something to look forward to, and someone to love.

Joy isn't the natural response to blessings - joy is what comes from acknowledging them.

there is no joy without gratitude

I'm glad I have you for my boyfriend." "Me too," I said. "Sometimes I have to pinch myself." She pinched my arm and smiled. "You're so cute.

I am grateful for the Christmases of my life

It seems a long time since I remembered all I have to be grateful for. Perhaps that's why it's been such a long time since I've been really happy.

For the first time I realized that gratitude and joy were connected, like conjoined twins. I couldn't be happy because I wasn't grateful and I wasn't grateful because I wasn't allowing myself to be. I was too busy hunting the next prize to appreciate the prize already at home. What I had was never enough, not because of the deficit in what I had but because of the deficit in me.

The price of happiness is the risk of losing it.