Quotes About Joy

I can wade grief, Whole pools of it, I 'm used to that. But the least push of joy Breaks up my feet, And I tip—drunken. Let no pebble smile, 'T was the new liquor,— That was all! Power is only pain, Stranded, through discipline, Till weights will hang. Give balm to giants, And they 'll wilt, like men. Give Himmaleh, They 'll carry him!

Why joys so scantily disburse, Why Paradise defer, Why floods are served to us in bowls,— I speculate no more.

Truth is so rare that it is delightful to tell it.

SUMMER SHOWER. A drop fell on the apple tree, Another on the roof; A half a dozen kissed the eaves, And made the gables laugh. A few went out to help the brook, That went to help the sea. Myself conjectured, Were they pearls, What necklaces could be! The dust replaced in hoisted roads, The birds jocoser sung; The sunshine threw his hat away, The orchards spangles hung. The breezes brought dejected lutes, And bathed them in the glee; The East put out a single flag, And signed the fete away.

How glad I am that spring has come, and how it calms my mind when wearied with study to walk out in the green fields and beside the pleasant streams in which South Hadley is rich! ... The older I grow, the more do I love spring and spring flowers. Is it not so with you? (May 16, 1848 to Abiah Root)

Our summer made her light escape into the beautiful.

bright crowds of flowers

Did life's penurious length Italicize its sweetness, The men that daily live Would stand so deep in joy That it would clog the cogs Of that revolving reason Whose esoteric belt Protects our sanity.

Dearer you cannot be, for I love you so already, that it almost breaks my heart - perhaps I can love you anew, every day of my life, every morning and evening - oh, if you will let me, how happy I shall be!

chubby daffodil.

Life is but life, and death but death! Bliss is but bliss, and breath but breath!

I should have had the joy Without the fear to justify, —

Who never wanted, ? maddest joy Remains to him unknown ; The banquet of abstemiousness Surpasses that of wine. Within its hope, though yet ungrasped Desire's perfect goal, No nearer, lest reality Should disenthrall thy soul.

Some things that fly there be, — Birds, hours, the bumble-bee:

That's what the best par of life is, those days or minutes you can't ever frame or paint beforehand

He was uncomplicated and upbeat and easy. At one point, I might have thought these traits made him a simpleton, but now I think they just translate to happiness.

You'll be dancing once again and the pain will end, You'll have no time for grievin'.

I think of how emotions seem so magnified when you're a child. Joy is more all-encompassing, disappointments more crushing, hope more palpable.

People who like surprises want you to like surprises, too.

Look on the bright side. Be grateful for what you have. Count your blessings. Optimism is the foundation of courage.

All I think when I look at you is hallelujah

So this was liberty. Mary was beginning to recognise the taste of it in her mouth: terror salting the sweetness.

I'd actually rather not have you thinking about that stuff every time you look at me, OK? There's more tears rolling down Grandma. Sweetie, she says, all I think when I look at you is hallelujah.

I did not believe that a Cause which stood for a beautiful ideal, for anarchism, for release and freedom from convention and prejudice, should demand the denial of life and joy. I insisted that our Cause could not expect me to become a nun and that the movement would not be turned into a cloister. If it meant that, I did not want it.