Quotes About Joy

A bird doesn't sing because it has an answer, it sings because it has a song. Often attributed to Maya Angelou in error.

A bird does not sing because he has an answer. He sings because he has a song.

Christmas The very word brings joy to our hearts. No matter how we may dread the rush, the long Christmas lists for gifts and cards to be bought and given--when Christmas Day comes there is still the same warm feeling we had as children, the same warmth that enfolds our hearts and our homes.

Make me a channel of your peace Where there is hatred, let me sow love Where there is injury, let me sow pardon Where there is doubt, let me sow faith Where there is despair, let me sow hope Where there is sadness, let me sow joy Where there is darkness, let me bring light For it is in giving that we receive It is in pardoning that we are pardoned And it is in dying that we are born to eternal life For this is the Law of Substitution

Tell it, I pray thee. And let me cow'ring stand, and be my touch The valley's ice: there is a pleasure in it. Yea, when the cold blood shoots through every vein; When every pore upon my shrunken skin A knotted knoll becomes, and to mine ears Strange inward sounds awake, and to mine eyes Rush stranger tears, there is a joy in fear.

Thank you, God, for unexpected joys. For the simple moments in life that make me smile. For the precious gift of loving friends and pets.

Joanna Campbell Slan

of the most powerful aspects of friendship is the alleviation of loneliness. When another person indicates that they understand us, that we are no longer alone, there's an expansion of joy in our chests, a feeling like no other. All of us live in solitary confinement, waiting for a friend to appear and set us free.

Nobody died at our wedding.

I used to trouble about what life was for. Now being alive seems sufficent reason.

Life has to end. What a pity! Sometimes, when one is alone, the universe presses itself into one's hands: a plethora of joy, an organized plentitude.

I have had my share of trouble and sickness but always somewhere in me there is a little spot of warmth and joy to make it all easier, like a traveler's fire burning out in the wilderness on a cold night.

Marianne would love watching paint dry, if Wills was watching it with her.

Being lucky, doesn't always make you happy, though, does it? Especially if people keep telling you how lucky you are, telling you to count your blessings.

If chocolate were a mandatory part of breakfast, people wouldn't be so grouchy in the morning.

There was no greater gift than making someone laugh. People who laughed were happy.

Good Friends are like sunshine. A day is gloomy without them.

Measure the hate you feel now, and the shame. That quantity is your capacity also to love and to feel joy and to have compassion.

Death should be a celebration. Like a birthday. I want to go up like a rocket when my time comes, and fall down in a cloud of stars, and hear everyone go: ahh!

Life is what you celebrate. All of it. Even its end.

I believe that being happy is the only important thing. Happiness. Simple as a glass of chocolate or torturous as the heart. Bitter. Sweet. Alive.

You get a happy feeling helping someone read. You feel sort of like a wizard.

Which Christmas is the most vivid to me? It's always the next Christmas.

Sexiness wears thin after a while and beauty fades, but to be married to a man who makes you laugh every day, ah, now that's a real treat.