Quotes About Joy

I see nothing in space as promising as the view from a Ferris wheel.

All that I hope to say in books, all that I ever hope to say, is that I love the world.

Somehow not only for ChristmasBut all the long year through,The joy that you give to othersIs the joy that comes back to you.

when the world is puddle-wonderful

and the reason that I laugh and breathe is oh love

The world is mud-luscious and puddle-wonderful.

Better than chocolate, being with you last night. Silly me, I thought that nothing was better than chocolate.

The universe was good because he was in it.

Singin' in the Rain was most excellent if you like movies where people burst into song and tap-dance. Which I do, though not as much as I like movies where people don't.

Better than chocolate, being with you last night. Silly me, I thought that nothing was better than chocolate. In a profound, symbolic gesture, I am giving you this bar of Vosges I got when we all went to Edgartown. You can eat it, or just sit next to it and feel superior.

First grandchild," says Thatcher. "There's never anything to match that feeling.

What fun we had, how beautiful we were.

She makes the world seem shiny and sunlit. -Noel

Mirren, she is sugar, curiosity, and rain.

It's joy,' said Tipper. 'I aim to live a joyful life, Carrie. And I think you should, too. I think maybe you've lost track of that, a little.

Mirren took off her shoes and the rest of us followed. We tossed stones into the water. We just existed.

What fun we'd had, how beautiful we were.

A game like that is typical for Tipper. She looks for ways to squeeze any last drop of pleasure from a situation, to create joy and surprise whenever she can.

I hand him the bag of fudge Granddad and I bought in Edgartown, and the way his face lights up at the chocolate tugs at my heart.

the universe was so good because you were in it.

She could not explain in so many words, but she felt that those who prepare for all the emergencies of life beforehand may equip themselves at the expense of joy.

In Europe life retreats out of the cold, and exquisite fireside myths have resulted—Balder, Persephone—but [in India] the retreat is from the source of life, the treacherous sun, and no poetry adorns it because disillusionment cannot be beautiful. Men yearn for poetry though they may not confess it; they desire that joy shall be graceful and sorrow august and infinity have a form, and India fails to accommodate them.

George had turned at the sound of her arrival. For a moment he contemplated her, as one who had fallen out of heaven. He saw radiant joy on her face, he saw the flowers beat against her dress in blue waves. The bushes above them closed. He stepped quickly forward and kissed her.

Il vento le scompigliava i capelli, il sole li glorificava.