Quotes About Joy

Laughter, it turns out, is the soul of liberty.

He makes me feel like that. Like flying.

When glance turns To a sky-blue clear day, When the purplr-red sun Sinks low at sirocco, Here nature bestows glory, Joy, sound to eye and heart, And we find in color lore, The universal truth. - - - GER: Wenn der Blick an heitern Tagen Sich zur Himmelsbläue lenkt, Beim Sirok der Sonnenwagen Purpurrot sich niedersenkt, Da gebt der Natur die Ehre, Froh, an Aug und Herz gesund, Und erkennt der Farbenlehre Allgemeinen, ewigen Grund. Zahme Xenien VI.

How happy I am that my heart can feel the simple, harmless bliss of the person who brings to his table a cabbage he has grown himself, not just the cabbage alone but all the good days, the beautiful morning he planted it, the lovely evenings he watered it, and as he had his joy in its advancing growth, he enjoys it all again in the one moment.

Can that be a delusion which makes us happy?

When people really deteriorate, their only contribution is malicious joy in the misfortune of others.

Care has nested in the heart's depths, Restless, she rocks there, spoiling joy and rest, [645] There she works her secret pain, And wears new masks, ever and again, Appears as wife and child, fields and houses,

So, here and there, some happy man exists?

Amigo mío: ¿necesitaré decírtelo, a ti que has sufrido más de una vez viéndome pasar de la tristeza a la alegría más alborotadora, y de una dulce melancolía a la pasión más violenta? Trato a este pobre corazón como a un niño enfermo, le concedo cuanto me pide. No se lo cuentes a nadie, que no faltaría quien dijese que con ello cometo un crimen

Y me río de mi propio corazón… y le cumplo sus caprichos.

Ich lebe so glückliche Tage, wie sie Gott seinen Heiligen aufspart; und mit mir mag werden was will, so darf ich nicht sagen, daß ich die Freuden, die reinsten Freuden des Lebens nicht genossen habe.

Ich gestehe dir gern, dass diejenigen die Glücklichsten sind, die gleich den Kindern in den Tag hineinleben.

Freudvoll Und leidvoll, Gedankenvoll sein; Langen Und bangen In schwebender Pein, Himmelhoch jauchzend, Zum Tode betrübt, Glücklich allein Ist die Seele, die liebt. Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Only he who gives is happy.

We are happiest under the influence of innocent delusions.

Und doch, welch Glück, geliebt zu werden, Und lieben, Götter, welch ein Glück!

It has been my fate to sadden those I owe joy.

I could not take my eyes off her dark eyes as she chattered; I could not look away from her animated mouth, her bonny my cheeks; I was lost utterly in the infectious good spirits of everything she had to say, sometimes without even hearing the words with which she expressed it.

Yerinde duramayan bir gezgin bile sonunda vatan?n? özler ve kulübesinde, e?inin koynunda, çocuklar?n?n aras?nda, hepsine ekmek bulma u?ra??s?nda dünyan?n enginlerinde bo?una arad??? sevinci bulur.

Não há alegria mais verdadeira e cálida nesse mundo do que ver uma grande alma que se abre inteira para nós.

La naturaleza humana tiene sus límites; puede soportar la alegría, la pena, el dolor hasta cierto punto; pero, al fin sucumbe cuando se pasa de ahí.

Man sieht sich leicht an Wald und Feldern satt, Wie anders tragen uns die Geistesfreuden Von Buch zu Buch, von Blatt zu Blatt.

Qué es el hombre, ese semidiós tan ponderado? ¿No le faltan fuerzas en aquello, precisamente, que mas necesita? Bien se deje transportar por la alegría, o abrumar por el dolor, ¿no se halla igualmente detenido, igualmente obligado a reconocer la triste condición de su ser, cuando aspira orgullosamente a engolfarse en la plenitud del infinito?

Oh, distance is like the future: before our souls lies an entire day and dusky vastness which overwhelms our feelings as it overwhelms our eyes, and ah! we long to surrender the whole of our being, and be filled with all the joy of one single, immense, magnificent emotion. And then, ah! once we hasten onwards, and what lay ahead becomes the here and now, everything is just as it was, and there we are, as poor and confined as ever, our souls longing for the elusive balm.