Quotes About Joy

Revenge is living well, without you. -Joyce Carol Oates

Den lyckliga människan är den gåtfullaste

Begin the fun, the fun's begun. One for all, and all for one.

smile as they walk up. How can I not? Bailey is smiling too. She is smiling at me. "Mom," she says.

I'm happy for you and I'm happy, selfishly, for me. To get to see you so much . . . like yourself with someone.

I smile as they walk up. How can I not? Bailey is smiling too. She is smiling at me. "Mom," she says.

durante su niñez Tita no diferenciaba bien las lágrimas de la risa de las del llanto. Para ella reír era una manera de llorar. De igual forma confundía el gozo del vivir con el de comer. No era fácil para una persona que conoció la vida a través de la cocina entender el mundo exterior.

Lupita thought that people who didn't dance were selfish and lonely.

Que baile, que ría, que nada le impida galopar hasta la locura, que los ladridos de los perros no detengan su andar, que nunca tenga que elegir entre amar o vivir.

These happy golden years are passing by, these happy golden years.

She had not known before that it takes two to make a smile.

They heard the voices howling and shrieking in the wind, and the house creaking, and the snow swishing. "This will never do!" said Ma. "Let's play bean-porridge hot! Mary, you and Laura play it together, and, Carrie, you hold up your hands. We'll do it faster than Mary and Laura can!" So they all played bean-porridge hot, faster and faster until they could not say the rhymes, for laughing.

Even Grace ran up and down the rows, screeching and waving her little sunbonnet.

She got icing all over her face. I think that's why I like her. For the good stuff, she's willing to get icing all over her face. Who wouldn't want a girl like that?

The discipline of joy requires holding in the mind simultaneously that this too shall pass and that this too is good. This alchemy of mind isn't easy, but the good life is not always the easy life. Happiness requires effort. It is not just bestowed; it is the earned interest on what you choose to pay in.

If you choose your life's work well, something bewitching can happen through your labors. Each hour you log can be a source of joy.

He wanted me to be free of the past so I could be open to the future. So Alan named him after the white pines at Camp Fantastic. The tall, tall trees that had watched over Asher, and Eleanor, and everyone who had ever come here. The trees that framed a small beautiful world where joy transcended grief, and where the sounds of children, once alive, now gone, can still be heard.

Ingeborg lifted her face to the sun, eyes closed, listening to the sounds of the lake—wavelets lapping the shore, birds singing and two jays scolding above them, the wind sharing secrets with the crags, and children laughing and shouting. The mountain music filled Ingeborg with such joy, it leaked out her eyes and down her cheeks.

A meadowlark clinging to a goldenrod loosed his song in notes of joy that Joshua was sure he could see sparkling in the sun. Dewdrops still outlined a spider's web in dots of glitter, a prism of golden rays.

I felt like shit, but it was happy shit.

To just let go, and not pick everything to death. To just let go and enjoy what you had. To just let go and not make everybody around you miserable with your own internal dialogue. To just let go and be happy. So simple. So difficult. So terrifying.

If I don't say it enough, Jean-Claude, I love you, I love seeing your face across the table while we eat, and watching you root at Cynric's football games, and watching you read bedtime stories to Matthew when he stays with us, and a thousand surprising things, all of it, its you, and I love you. You will make me cry. A smart friend told me that it's okay to cry, sometimes you're so happy it spills out your eyes.

She laughed that joyous full-blown sound that children eventually grow out of, as if the world bleeds the joy from them.

Nau?ila jsem se, že si musíte udÄ›lat ?as na to, co je d?ležité. Musíte bojovat o to, abyste si do života vtÄ›snali malé kousky Å¡tÄ›stí, nebo vás každodenní starosti sežerou.