Quotes About Joy

It is joy. Every light illuminates the world just a little bit; every soul is valuable, every one of us important. We must all shine as bright as we can, for as long as we can,

As I get older, my sense of humor is my biggest asset.

There's light and joy, but there's also darkness all around and we can be lost in it.

And what is wrong with playing with words? Words love to be played with, just like children or kittens do!

We have each other, and our stories twist and mingle like the twisting currents of a river. We hold each other tight as we spin and lurch across our lives. There are moments of great joy and magic. The most astounding things can lie waiting as each day dawns, as each page turns.

This is our world. Aye, there's more than enough of darkness in it. But over everything there's all this joy, Kit. There's all this lovely, lovely light.

wealth is not found in banks, but in the heart. Oh, sure, having financial wealth can make life better in some ways, but the burdens that come with it—the weight of responsibility, the necessity of constant effort to maintain that wealth—they drain the joy from life. As for power, the man who has it is as much its slave as its master. The use of that power imposes obligations upon the one who uses it, and

They lived and they laughed and they saw it was good

Spring is about to spring. Persephone is coming back and the ice is groaning, about to break with the exquisite and deafening roar. It's a time for madness a time for our fangs to come down and our eyes to glaze over so that the beast in us can sing with unmitigated joy. Oh yes, ecstasy, I welcome thee

My soul fills quietly with the yellow gas of joy. I am to see Alice. I feel light returning, a sudden surge like a goal in extra-time; hope spreads in my heart like fridgeless Clover on white white bread. Even my cold toes become warm. Then I realise that Jezebel has been sick on my feet.

No jealousy their dawn of love overcast, nor blasted were their wedded days with strife each season looked delightful as it past, to the fond husband and the faithful wife.

Joy and peace are manifestations of the presence of God, and your brother and sister are His perfect expression. You now understand that there is no need to alter perfection.

I'm not crazy for feeling this way. They're crazy for trying to stop me. And if it's the last time I ever get to feel joy again, I won't let them have it.

Web" She nods again. "And how does that make you feel?" -How does that make me feel? Like I was living in the middle of Fourth of July fireworks. Like I was exploding with so much joy there would have never been a Vietnam War because my joy would have caused world peace.- "It's wrong, and I'm sick." That's what I say. Because anything else and I'll be carted off right here, right now.

This makes no sense. None of it does. But maybe that's the point. Maybe the things that make the least amount of sense are the things you're supposed to do. I don't know. - I look at him, looking back at me. - But one thing I know: I'm not crazy for feeling this way. They're crazy for trying to stop me. And if it's the last time I ever get to feel joy again, I won't let them have it.

Dance, vaudeville, drama, movies - as a child I loved everything that went on in a theater.

The quietest poetry can be an explosion of joy.

I'm happy to report that my inner child is still ageless.

If you don't fill your days with love, you are wasting your life.

Men fear joy too much, fear their instincts. Fear a surrender to their feelings. Fear loving themselves in others and loving others in themselves. Fear loving their true gods.

Luck and Joy and Grief and I Set off together into the world of existence Luck lay down and Joy ran off But Grief and I go wandering on.

If you are as happy, my dear sir, on entering this house as I am in leaving it and returning home, you are the happiest man in this country.

Uma tribo de índios americanos tem um velho ditado que diz: "Quando você nasceu, você chorou e o mundo se regozijou. Viva sua vida de tal maneira que, quando você morrer, o mundo chore e você se regozije.

Ernest Hemingway said cycling was the best way to learn a country's contours because you physically experience them – you sweat up the hills and there's the sheer joy of coasting down the other side.