Quotes About Joy

And painful pleasure turns to pleasing pain.

All that in this delightful garden grows,Should happy be, and have immortal bliss.

Tell her the joyous time will not be stayedUnlesse she do him by the forelock take.

For love is a celestial harmony Of likely hearts compos'd of stars' concent, Which join together in sweet sympathy, To work each other's joy and true content, Which they have harbour'd since their first descent Out of their heavenly bowers, where they did see And know each other here belov'd to be.

What more felicity can fall to creature, than to enjoy delight with liberty.

Then came October full of merry glee . . .

My joy, my grief, my hope, my love,Did all within this circle move!

So all we knowOf what they do aboveIs that they happy are, and that they love.

Christmas isn't a season. It's a feeling.

Childhood Is the Kingdom Where Nobody Dies.

Ah! Up then from the ground sprang I And hailed the earth with such a cry As is not heard save from a man Who has been dead, and lives again. About the trees my arms I wound; Like one gone mad I hugged the ground; I raised my quivering arms on high; I laughed and laughed into the sky...

I would I were alive again To kiss the fingers of the rain, To drink into my eyes the shine Of every slanting silver line, To catch the freshened, fragrant breeze From drenched and dripping apple-trees. For soon the shower will be done, And then the broad face of the sun Will laugh above the rain-soaked earth Until the world with answering mirth Shakes joyously, and each round drop Rolls twinkling, from its grass-blade top.

But far, oh, far as passionate eye can reach, And long, ah, long as rapturous eye can cling, The world is mine: blue hill, still silver lake, Broad field, bright flower, and the long white road A gateless garden, and an open path: My feet to follow, and my heart to hold.

Take up the song; forget the epitaph.

About the trees my arms I wound; Like one going mad I hugged the ground; I raised my quivering arms on high; I laughed and laughed into the sky.

I will be the gladdest thing under the sun! I will touch a hundred flowers and not pick one.

Eran días de irresponsable plenitud, de felicidad imperceptible.

Me encantan los días de lluvia. Desde chico. Siempre me ha parecido una imbecilidad que la gente hable de "mal tiempo" cuando llueve. ¿Mal tiempo por qué?

Ningún amor nos garantiza la victoria, ni los campeonatos. Si vienen, que vengan. Felices de nosotros. Pero el fútbol no se trata de ganar. Porque por algo se parece tanto a vivir, a fin de cuentas.

A great thirst is a great joy when quenched in time.

Be loyal to what you love, be true to the earth, fight your enemies with passion and laughter.

Has joy any survival value in the operations of evolution? I suspect that it does; I suspect that the morose and fearful are doomed to quick extinction. Where there is no joy there can be no courage; and without courage all other virtues are useless.

A giant thirst is a great joy when quenched in time.

Life's a dog and then you die? No no. Life is a joyous dance through daffodils beneath cerulean blue skies and then, then what? I forget what happens next." -A Fool's Progress