Quotes About Joy

I am just saying that we have to have some things that we like, otherwise we shall be very unhappy. And if you are very unhappy you can die – we all know that.

I am glad you are pleased, said Mma Ramotswe. You have broken the glass ceiling that stops secretaries from reaching their full potential. Mma Makutsi looked up, as if to search for the ceiling that she had broken. There were only the familiar ceiling boards, fly-tracked and buckling from the heat. But the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel itself could not at that moment have been more glorious in her eyes, more filled with hope and joy.

It's because there are too many people who want to stop us having fun. That's the reason.

Love] may bring surprise, joy, despair and, occasionally, perfect happiness.

Children, like cats, made a house into a home, and the echoes of their presence lingered.

IF EITHER OF THEM had felt tetchy, the concert put them both in a good mood.

that we must love one another, whatever our condition in life, canine or otherwise, and that this love is a matter of joy, a privilege, that we might think about, weep over, when the moment is right.

Poor Erik," muttered Anna. "No," said Ulf. "No. Not poor Erik—fortunate Erik." Anna gave Ulf a dubious look. "But all he thinks of..." "...is fishing. Yes, but does that make him unhappy? Quite the contrary: Erik is utterly happy. Erik is completely resolved.

am lucky that I can make somebody so happy just by saying something.

Love had transformed the world for me. Transformed it.

most dogs seemed contented enough, and often seemed rather happier than the humans attached to them.

Thus heaven's gift to us is this: That habit takes the place of bliss.

He's happy now, he's almost sane.

I would make my home, with joy and gladness, in a dark forest.

O hábito é a dádiva mais alta, Quando a felicidade nos falta.

SORROW ASK not why with sad reflection 'Mid gayety I oft am darkened, Why ever cheerless eyes I raise, Why sweet life's dream not dear to me is; Ask not why with frigid soul I — joyous love no longer crave, And longer none I call dear: Who once has loved, not again can love; Who bliss has known, ne'er again shall know; For one brief moment to us 't is given: Of youth, of joy, of tenderness Is left alone the sadness.

So happy to be home I feel as if I'm swimming in syrup.

It's the centuries, Scarlett darling. All the life lived there, all the joy and all the sorrow, all the feasts and battles, they're in the air around and the land beneath you. It's time, years beyond our counting weighing without weight on the earth. You cannot see it or smell it or hear it or touch it, but you feel it brushing your skin and speaking without sound. Time. And mystery.

But listen well. In Tir na nOg, because there is no sorrow, there is no joy. Do you hear the meaning of the seachain's song?

Sometimes one has suffered enough to have the right to never say: I am too happy.

He who has felt the deepest grief is best able to experience supreme happiness.

We must never expect discretion in first love: it is accompanied by such excessive joy that unless the joy is allowed to overflow, it will choke you.

Joy to hearts which have suffered long is like the dew on the ground after a long drought; both the heart and the ground absorb that beneficent moisture falling on them, and nothing is outwardly apparant.

One always hurries towards happiness, Monsieur Danglars, because when one has suffered much, one is at pains to believe in it.