Quotes About Joy

Candace nodded a little too hard. She loved making her ponytail swing.

All she needed now was a happy ending.

and they shared her joy. Luke 1:58

Ampia e gialla è la luce della sera E tenera è di aprile la frescura, tu sei in ritardo ormai di molti anni, eppure di vederti sono lieta.

If I fret over tomorrow, I'll have little joy today.

It is strange,' he said at last. 'I had longed to enter the world of men. Now I see it filled with sorrow, with cruelty and treachery, with those who would destroy all around them.' 'Yet, enter it you must,' Gwydion answered, 'for it is a destiny laid on each of us. True, you have seen these things. But there are equal parts of love and joy.

There is an exuberance in good fantasy quite unlike the most exalted moments of realistic fiction. Both forms have similar goals; but realism walks where fantasy dances.

My joy is in the craft, not the gain.

Keep a green tree in your heart and perhaps the singing bird will come.

He was free to enjoy the breathless glee that overwhelmed him: the speed, the clear cold air, the total silence, the feeling of balance and excitement and peace.

Thank you for your childhood.

they lived happily ever after

Although he had through the memories learned about the pain of loss and loneliness, now he gained too, an understanding of solitude and its joy.

We thank you for your childhood.

Suddenly he was aware with certainty and joy that below, ahead, they were waiting for him; and that they were waiting, too, for the baby.

Frie Danske

He had seen a birthday party, with one child singled out and celebrated on his day, so that now he understood the joy of being an individual, special and unique and proud.

she said, "thank you for your childhood.

what words could you use which would give another the experience of sunshine

Bethan, gleeful, left

satisfaction.

churchbells

Music," The Giver said, smiling. "I began to hear something truly remarkable, and it is called music. I'll give you some before I go.

But he was a happy and easygoing toddler. Now he moved unsteadily across the room, laughing. "Gay!" he chirped. "Gay!" It was the way he said his own name.