Quotes About Joy

Alas, here is the bigger problem: maybe the reason we North Americans struggle to find makarios in our personal lives is because we don't have a word in our native language to denote it.

When the little boy looked up at them with laughing eyes, Annie felt her heart melt.

Freedom and peace is even sweeter than wealth and honors.

Ah! The transitory joy of the past week had been but the lightning's arrowy course scathing where it illumined!

There was a girl. Her name was Angie. She was happy.

Happiness is excitement that has found a settling down place, but there is always a little corner that keeps flapping around.

I don't think there is any feeling I like more than the one that someone is glad to see me. —Connor Kane

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. It is necessary to prepare for an examination, or a dinner-party, or a possible fall in the price of stock: those who attempt human relations must adopt another method, or fail.

Do we find happiness so often that we should turn it off the box when it happens to sit there?

I do like Christmas on the whole.... In its clumsy way, it does approach Peace and Goodwill. But it is clumsier every year.

Though life is very glorious, it is difficult.

We know that we come from the winds, and that we shall return to them; that all life is perhaps a knot, a tangle, a blemish in the eternal smoothness. But why should this make us unhappy? Let us love one another, and work and rejoice. I don't believe in this world sorrow.

He had awoken too late for happiness, but not for strength, and could feel an austere joy, as of a warrior who is homeless but stands fully armed.

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 in 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. Before she could speak, almost before she could feel, a voice called 'Lucy! Lucy! Lucy!' The silence of life had been broken by Miss Bartlett, who stood brown against the view.

Those who prepare for all the emergencies of life beforehand may equip themsleves at the expense of joy.

from the middle-middle classes, whose highest desire seemed shelter – continuous shelter – not a lair in the darkness to be reached against fear, but shelter everywhere and always, until the existence of earth and sky is forgotten, shelter from poverty and disease and violence and impoliteness; and consequently from joy; God slipped this retribution in.

A happy ending was imperative

Love was so unlike the article served up in books: the joy, though genuine, was different; the mystery an unexpected mystery.

England was alive, throbbing through all her estuaries, crying for joy through the mouths of all her gulls, and the north wind, with contrary motion, blew stronger against her rising seas.

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...

Her thought drew being from the obscure borderland. 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. It is necessary to prepare for an examination, or a dinner-party, or a possible fall in the price of stock: those who attempt human relations must adopt another method or fail.

The Wilcoxes were not lacking in affection; they had it royally, but they did not know how to use it. It was the talent in the napkin, and, for a warm-hearted man, Charles had conveyed very little joy. As he watched his father shuffling up the road, he had a vague regret—a wish that something had been different somewhere—a wish (though he did not express it thus) that he had been taught to say 'I' in his youth.

As you came through the wood I saw that nothing else mattered. I called. I wanted to live and have my chance of joy.

We know that we come from the winds, and that we shall return to them; that all life is perhaps a knot, a tangle, a blemish in the eternal smoothness. But why should this make us unhappy? Let us rather love one another, and work and rejoice. I don't believe in this world sorrow.