Quotes About Joy

But, my God, it's so beautiful when the boy smiles

You find happiness where you find it.

The right to happiness is fundamental.

When a small child, I thought that success spelled happiness. I was wrong, happiness is like a butterfly which appears and delights us for one brief moment, but soon flits away.

I think that a real artist should irrevocably and completely dedicate herself to art. ... I have realized that true art gives joy not only to the artist but also to the people, suspending them for a moment from life's sorrows. In this I see the great significance of art, and the awareness of this became the aim of my life. ...

Think of life as a terminal illness, because if you do, you will live it with joy and passion, as it ought to be lived.

There is little premium in poetry in a world that thinks of Pound and Whitman as a weight and a sampler, not an Ezra, a Walt, a thing of beauty, a joy forever.

Your children make it impossible to regret your past. They're its finest fruits. Sometimes the only ones.

the joy of someone who had been a reader all her life, whose world had been immeasurably enlarged by the words of others.

What magic was this, brewed from equal parts of age-old memories and total oblivion. One could have believed that the last war these people had fought had left only happy memories, had carried in its wake nothing but joy and prosperity. Women and girls were smiling as if their sons and lovers were invulnerable.

lots of tickly licks of joy.

I want to express myself to feel that what I feel is real. My joy, my pain, my anger.

I don't quite jump for joy, but I am awfully glad to see him.

My heart flutters whenever I hear his key Turning int he door, and I think to myself, Oh goody, the party is about to begin.

Dear Jean, I have seen a deer. I have petted a pony. I helped plant a garden. I have smelled earth and felt it in my hands. You watched the sun rise. These things are worth the struggle to live outside.

In the gray world above, I hear myself howling with laughter. Far below me, in the psychic abyss that is part of the Darkness, I hear another howling, one full of joy and pain, rage and celebration. Not just another witch is coming, my foolish Sisters, but Witch.

Dear Jean, I have seen a deer. I have petted a pony. I helped plant a garden. I have smelled earth and felt it in my hands. You watched the sun rise. These things are worth the struggle to live outside. Your friend, Meg

But then to wake and find it flown, The dream of happiness destroyed, To find myself unloved, alone, What tongue can speak the dreary void? A heart whence warm affections flow, Creator, thou hast given to me, And am I only thus to know How sweet the joys of love would be?

Thank heaven, I am free and safe at last!

I went home very happy, with a heart brimful of complacency for myself, and overflowing with love for Eliza.

I perceive, with joy, my most valued friend, that the cloud of your displeasure has past away; the light of your countenance blesses me once more, and you desire the continuation of my story: therefore, without more ado, you shall have it.

A light wind swept over the corn, and all nature laughed in the sunshine.

And for a moment the frailest leaves of life contained him in a widening happiness.

when joy betrays you I do not count your life alive a corpse is more alive be as rich as you like be absolute if your joy goes I wouldn't buy you for a shadow of smoke