Quotes About Joy

Esistere è questo, pensai, un sussulto di gioia, una fitta di dolore, un piacere intenso, vene che pulsano sotto la pelle, non c'è nient'altro di vero da raccontare.

Let's write one together," Lila said once, and that filled me with joy.

I felt a sensation that later in my life was often repeated: the joy of the new.

Lo que antes le parecía insoportable, ahora la alegra. Tal vez debería decirle que las cosas carentes de sentido son las más hermosas

Es posible que incluso los momentos felices del placer no resistan nunca un examen riguroso?

It was as if, because of an evil spell, the joy or sorrow of on required the sorrow or joy of the other; even our physical aspect, it seemed to me, shared in that swing.

I saw her fly toward the asphalt and felt a cruel joy. She seemed to me, as she fell, an ugly creature.

Ahead of us were many hours when no one in our families would look for us. When I think of the pleasure of being free, I think of the start of that day, of coming out of the tunnel and finding ourselves on a road that went straight as far as the eye could see, the road that, according to what Rino had told Lila, if you got to the end arrived at the sea. I felt joyfully open to the unknown.

When the baby emerged and I saw her, black-haired, a violet organism that, full of energy, writhed and wailed, I felt a physical pleasure so piercing that I still know no other pleasure that compares to it

Sim, eu dizia, vamos fazer, vamos imaginar, até na vida adulta, um monte de coisas insensatas, por alegria ou por exaustão.

Bref je l'aimais, j'en était consciente et j'était heureuse de l'aimer.

Experimentei algo que depois, ao longo de minha vida, se repetiu frequentemente: a alegria do novo

Es war eine wundervolle Erfahrung«, sagte ich zu ihr. »Was denn?« »Die Schwangerschaft, die Geburt. Adele ist bildschön und so lieb.« Sie antwortete: »Jeder erzählt sich das Leben so, wie es ihm gefällt.

he must have read in my face that it was a happy moment. For months I had been grinding away, feeling alone, ugly.

Será possível que nem os momentos felizes de prazer resistam a um exame rigoroso?

Existir é isto, pensei, um sobressalto de alegria, uma pontada de dor, um prazer intenso, veias que fremem sob a pele, e não há outra verdade que se possa contar.

el momento en que la escritura parece cuidarse únicamente de sacar adelante la historia. Es ahí donde radica por completo la alegría de escribir.

Existence is this, I thought, a start of joy, a stab of pain, an intense pleasure, veins that pulse under the skin, there is no other truth to tell.

Como dice Octavio Paz, la felicidad es una sillita al sol.

If the sight of the blue skies fills you with joy, if a blade of grass springing up in the fields has power to move you, if the simple things of nature have a message that you understand, rejoice, for your soul is alive.

Pride works in direct opposition to internalized oppression. The latter provides a fertile ground for shame, denial, self-hatred, and fear. The former encourages anger, strength, and joy. To transform self-hatred into pride is a fundamental act of resistance.

The best things in life are unexpected — because there were no expectations.

The supermarket had everything. I had never felt so happy to see Whiskas, the cat food.

In America, childhood was a time to play and be innocent, to not have to make money or do anything that counted for anything.