Quotes About Joy

This is golden, Katie thought as they rumbled down the freeway eating fast-food tacos. I love being "us".

I decided then that some secret delights will never be understood by the male species. Such joys are best shared only between girlfriends and should never be revealed to the unappreciative.

The key is for you to discover what you love to do, what you were created to do, and then do it for the people around you with love. That is the abundant life, dear girl, no matter where in the world you live.

Thank God I could say that I had truly enjoyed the journey, because if I had saved all of my joy for the destination, I would have missed it. We are all so focused on getting "there," but you have to be careful. Sometimes, I sense a lot of times, "there" ends up feeling different than you expected.

Remember, pain is just the messenger dat happiness is comin', Miss Charlotte. So beez happy.

Unfortunately, there's no getting around it: people have to work for their happiness. We go into battle every day, and we have to work to be happy. It just isn't handed over to us, as much as we wish it was.

until we can grieve for our planet we cannot love it—grieving is a sign of spiritual health. But it is not enough to weep for our lost landscapes; we have to put our hands in the earth to make ourselves whole again. Even a wounded world is feeding us. Even a wounded world holds us, giving us moments of wonder and joy. I choose joy over despair. Not because I have my head in the sand, but because joy is what the earth gives me daily and I must return the gift.

It is not enough to weep for our lost landscapes; we have to put our hands in the earth to make ourselves whole again. Even a wounded world is feeding us. Even a wounded world holds us, giving us moments of wonder and joy. I choose joy over despair. Not because I have my head in the sand, but because joy is what the earth gives me daily and I must return the gift.

But isn't play the way we get limbered up for the work of the world?

We are thankful to our Mother the Earth, for she gives us everything that we need for life. She supports our feet as we walk about upon her. It gives us joy that she still continues to care for us, just as she has from the beginning of time. To our Mother, we send thanksgiving, love, and respect. Now our minds are one.

Joanna Macy writes that until we can grieve for our planet we cannot love it—grieving is a sign of spiritual health. But it is not enough to weep for our lost landscapes; we have to put our hands in the earth to make ourselves whole again. Even a wounded world is feeding us. Even a wounded world holds us, giving us moments of wonder and joy. I choose joy over despair. Not because I have my head in the sand, but because joy is what the earth gives me daily and I must return the gift.

Cada día está plagado de regalos. Para respetar su naturaleza no tenemos que guardarlos celosamente para nosotros. Su vida se realiza en el movimiento, en la inhalación y la exhalación de un aliento compartido. Nuestra labor y nuestra alegría se encuentran en la transmisión de los dones que recibimos y en la confianza de que aquello que lanzamos al universo siempre regresará.

Our work and our joy is to pass along the gift and to trust that what we put out into the universe will always come back.

It was a kind of respect, a kind of thanks. On a beautiful summer morning, I suppose you could call it joy.

But it is not enough to weep for our lost landscapes; we have to put our hands in the earth to make ourselves whole again. Even a wounded world is feeding us. Even a wounded world holds us, giving us moments of wonder and joy. I choose joy over despair. Not because I have my head in the sand, but because joy is what the earth gives me daily and I must return the gift.

I just stand there, tears running down my cheeks in nameless emotion that tastes of joy and of grief. Joy for the being of the shimmering world and grief for what we have lost.

Spring is nature's way of saying, "Let's party!"

Comedy is acting out optimism.

If you're happy, if you're feeling good, then nothing else matters.

Did you miss me?' "A little bit," she said with a shrug. "You have tears running down your cheeks," he said with a grin. "I think you missed me more than a little.

I'm not wild about throwing up or waddling, but I sure love carrying around a little piece of you. You're right--you make excellent babies." "We all have our special talents," he said. Mel and Jack

Just living is not enough... One must have sunshine, freedom, and a little flower. —Hans Christian Andersen

We've been sitting on a little news. We're having a baby." "Well, damn!" Paul said. He looked at Preacher and grinned. "You finally came through on ovulation day, huh, buddy?" He puffed up a little. "I did at that," he said, throwing his chest out. "And

Someone lit the candles on the cake