Quotes About Joy

Occasionally I wonder why I can be so happy. The answer is that every day of my life I've worked only for myself and for the joy that comes from writing and creating. The image in my mirror is not optimistic, but the result of optimal behavior.

My favorite tune was "'Tain't No Sin, To Take Off Your Skin, and Dance Around in Your Bones.

Irritations and angers aside, what about loves? What do you love most in the world? The big and little things, I mean.

Accordion, harmonica, wine, shout, dance, wail, roundabout, clash of pan, laughter.

Everything I've ever done was done with excitement, because I wanted to do it, because I loved doing it.

Borracho de vida, y sin conocer el rumbo siguiente. Pero antes del amanecer uno ya está en marcha. ¿Y el viaje? Exactamente la mitad terror, la mitad júbilo.

if you are writing without zest, without gusto, without love, without fun, you are only half a writer. It

Mutlu olmam?z için gerekli her ÅŸeye sahibiz, ama mutlu deÄŸiliz. Bir ÅŸey eksik.

Well, late this morning, walking to the office, I heard someone laugh out loud. It shocked me, so I froze in the middle of the street. It was me, laughing!

We have everything we need to be happy, but we aren't happy. Something's missing.

What do we want in this country, above all? People want to be happy, isn't that right? Haven't you heard it all your life? I want to be happy, people say. Well, aren't they? Don't we keep them moving, don't we give them fun? That's all we live for, isn't it? For pleasure, for titillation? And you must admit our culture provides plenty of these.

Everything I did was pure love. Pure love. And if you live that way, you've had a great life. - 'Ray Bradbury: the last interview and other conversations' by Sam Weller (p.92)

Yakmak bir zevkti.

Crazy!" They spilled downhill, the sun in their mouths, in their eyes like shattered lemon glass, gasping like trout thrown out on a bank, laughing till they cried.

Don't let the torrent of melancholy and drear philosophy drown our world.

I woke this morning and said to myself, 'Charlie, this is swell, living. Keep doing it!

The mind of man is capable of anything--because everything is in it, all the past as well as all the future. What was there after all? Joy, fear, sorrow, devotion, valor, rage--who can tell?--but truth--truth stripped of its cloak of time.

I remember my youth and the feeling that will never come back any more—the feeling that I could last for ever, outlast the sea, the earth, and all men; the deceitful feeling that lures us on to joys, to perils, to love, to vain effort—to death; the triumphant conviction of strength, the heat of life in the handful of dust, the glow in the heart that with every year grows dim, grows cold, grows small, and expires—and expires, too soon, too soon—before life itself.

He seemed to hasten the retreat of departing light by his very presence; the setting sun dipped sharply, as though fleeing before our nigger; a black mist emanated from him; a subtle and dismal influence; a something cold and gloomy that floated out and settled on all the faces like a mourning veil. The circle broke up. The joy of laughter died on stiffened lips.

He kept his gaze riveted upon her as a loving man watches the unselfish toil of a delicate woman upon the slender thread of whose existence is hung the whole meaning and joy of the world.

He was not occupied with the question of what to sacrifice for; the fact of sacrificing in itself afforded him a new and joyous sensation.

Mindfulness, the Root of Happiness

Receiving joy is another way to say enjoyment, and sam?dhi is the act of refined enjoyment. It is based in skillfulness. It is the careful collecting of oneself into the joy of the present moment. Joyfulness means there's no fear, no tension, no "ought to." There isn't anything we have to do about it. It's just this.1

I used to think it was immoral to be unhappy.