Quotes About Joy

Ich danke dir für all das Gute und Liebe und Schöne.

December 24th, 1943 ...I long to have a really good time for once and to laugh so hard it hurts...Actually, I shouldn't even be writing this, since it makes me seem so ungrateful, but I can't keep everything to myself, so I'll repeat what I said at the beginning: Paper is more patient than people.

Por otra parte, creo que toda desgracia va acompañada de alguna cosa bella, y si te fijas en ella, descubres cada vez más alegría y encuentras un mayor equilibrio. Y el que es feliz hace feliz a los demás; el que tiene valor y fe nunca estará sumido en la desgracia.

Himmelhoch jauchzend und zum Tode betrubt: On top of the world, or in the depths of despair.

O ja, ich will nicht umsonst gelebt haben wie die meisten Menschen. Ich will den Menschen, die um mich herum leben und mich doch nicht kennen, Freude und Nutzen bringen. Ich will fortleben, auch nach meinem Tod.

Não quero que minha vida tenha passado em vão, como a da maioria das pessoas. Quero ser útil ou trazer alegria a todas as pessoas, mesmo àquelas que jamais conheci. Quero continuar vivendo depois da morte!

Ich hingegen finde, dass noch bei jedem Kummer etwas Schones ubrigbleibt. Wenn man das betrachtet, entdeckt man immer mehr Freude, un man wird wieder ausgeglichen. Und wer glucklich ist, wird auch andere glucklich machen. Wer Mut und Vertrauen hat, wird im Ungluck nicht untergehen!

Whoever is happy will make others happy to.

Go outside, to the fields, enjoy nature and the sunshine, go out and try to recapture happiness in yourself and in God. Think of all the beauty that's still left in and around you and be happy!

One word frees us all the weight and pain of life: That word is Love. -Sophocles

Don't look at your feet to see if you are doing it right. Just dance.

I liked those ladies! They were helpers, and they danced.' These are the words I want on my gravestone: that I was a helper, and that I danced.

Peace is joy at rest. Joy is peace on its feet.

Rest and laughter are the most spiritual and subversive acts of all. Laugh, rest, slow down.

one thing about having a baby is that each step of the way you simply cannot imagine loving him any more than you already do, because you are bursting with love, loving as much as you are humanly capable of- and then you do, you love him even more.

And she is going to dance, dance hungry, dance full, dance each cold astonishing moment, now when she is young and again when she is old.

Gratitude, not understanding, is the secret to joy and equanimity.

These are the words I want on my gravestone: that I was a helper, and that I danced.

Gratitude begins in our hearts and then dovetails into behavior. It almost always makes you willing to be of service, which is where the joy resides. It means that you are willing to stop being such a jerk. When you are aware of all that has been given to you, in your lifetime and the past few days, it is hard not to be humbled, and pleased to give back.

Without using the word, everyone started forgiving each other again. Just like that, from the no of all nothingness: you have a big tense mess and out of it comes some joy. It must be magic.

When you love something like reading—or drawing or music or nature—it surrounds you with a sense of connection to something great.

I know nothing, except what everyone knows--if there when grace dances, I should dance.

The great Indian poet Rabindranath Tagore wrote, "I slept and dreamt that life was joy. / I awoke and saw that life was service. / I acted and behold, service was joy.

Almost everyone is screwed up, broken, clingy, scared, and yet designed for joy. Even (or especially) people who seem to have it more or less together are more like the rest of us than you would believe. I try not to compare my insides to their outsides, because this makes me much worse than I already am