Quotes About Joy

I have come to prefer the French word jouissance, with its associations of both playfulness (jouer – to play) and joy.

The hardest thing about adolescence is that everything seems too big. There's no way to get context or perspective, ..... Pain and joy without limits. No one can live like that forever, so experience finally comes to our rescue. We come to know what we can endure, and also that nothing endures.

The new joy of speed, the urgency of coming night, the hope of reunion with his boy – these things transformed him into something that shot like liquid fire between the trees. Something gravity couldn't touched. Pax could have run forever.

Standing fur-to-fur, five foxes wailed, and the call sang of the absence that was theirs alone and of all the losses in the world. And it sang of the joy that remained.

prohibido prohibir' y de 'siempre sonríe y la fuerza estará contigo'".

The world was much more fun when they were playing the game.

Oh who can tell the range of joy or set the bounds of beauty?

I shall not let a sorrow die Until I find the heart of it, Nor let a wordless joy go by Until it talks to me a bit.

Child, child, love while you can The voice and the eyes and the soul of a man; Never fear though it break your heart- Out of the wound new joy will start; Only love proudly and gladly and well, Though love be heaven or love be hell. Child, child, love while you may, For life is short as a happy day; Never fear the thing you feel- Only by love is life made real; Love, for the deadly sins are seven, Only through love will you enter heaven.

look for a lovely thing and you will find it, it is not far, it never will be far

In The Wood I heard the water-fall rejoice Singing like a choir, I saw the sun flash out of it Azure and amber fire. The earth was like an open flower Enamelled and arrayed, The path I took to find its heart Fluttered with sun and shade. And while earth lured me, gently, gently, Happy and all alone, Suddenly a heavy snake Reared black upon a stone.

She must be rich who can forego An hour so jewelled with delight, She must have teasuries of joy That she can draw on day and night, She must be very sure of heaven– Or is it only that she feels How much more safe it is to lack A thing that time so often steals.

I have come to bury Love Beneath a tree, In the forest tall and black Where none can see. I shall put no flowers at his head, Nor stone at his feet, For the mouth I loved so much Was bittersweet. I shall go no more to his grave, For the woods are cold. I shall gather as much of joy As my hands can hold. I shall stay all day in the sun Where the wide winds blow,— But oh, I shall cry at night When none will know.

If I can sing, I still am free.

Never fear though it break your heart— Out of the wound new joy will start; Only love proudly and gladly and well, Though love be heaven or love be hell.

I can answer spring at last, Love is near me!

Child, child, love while you can The voice and the eyes and the soul of a man; Never fear though it break your heart— Out of the wound new joy will start; Only love proudly and gladly and well, Though love be heaven or love be hell.

Every time that love has made me weep, I have rejoiced that love could be so strong.

Tell me a story," says the poem by Robert Penn Warren. "In this century, and moment, of mania . . . Tell me a story of deep delight.

Every time we remember to say thank you, we experience nothing less than heaven on earth.

Learning to live in the present moment is part of the path of joy.

If you want to have a child in order to have a beautiful, permanent experience, just get a tattoo of a dolphin riding a unicorn over a manatee, It will always be with you, stay exactly the way you made it, and bring you and the world joy without ever crashing your car or getting a stupid tattoo of its own.

I burn like a devil, and at the same time I am as happy as a god.

What matters poverty? What matters anything to him who is enamoured of our art? Does he not carry in himself every joy and every beauty?