Quotes About Joy

Picnics are very dear to those who are in the first stage of the tender passion.

You know,' I answered, with some emotion, for I had never seen so much of Holmes' heart before, 'that it is my greatest joy and privilege to help you.

Readers are HAPPY people!

William Blake:   He who binds to himself a Joy, Does the winged life destroy; He who kisses the Joy as it flies, Lives in Eternity's sunrise.

I don't want to survive, I want to live.

Did You Know That … … my teacher Dr. Tully once told me that the best thing you can do for others, for yourself, and for the world is to be happy? This is the best way to appreciate your blessings and your guides' support.

Feeding our spirit is not difficult. It's just doing what we love to do and doing it with love. This comes naturally to us. Our egos convince us to do what we truly loathe at times because we need "to survive," which is always the ego's primary focus. When we feed the spirit within, we move far beyond surviving and into thriving. The things that feed our spirit are those that bring the best out in us and turn up our inner light.

Sonia, there just comes a moment when you decide it's time to be happy and that is all." I had that moment in Malta, but it was good to hear it again.

Life is too short to waste on being committed to what is not authentically fulfilling while avoiding what could be. So mostly what I'm doing here is enjoying life fully.

The endless challenge no matter where any of us lives is to choose what we take from all that our surroundings have to offer and put it together in a way that creates our own happiness.

We all fail to appreciate each day just how much we already possess. Light, air, freedom, the companionship of friends.

Life's too short for minimalism.

I mean, when I think about it, what's more important? Clothes - or the miracle of new life?

I can never resist telling people good news. I mean, why not brighten someone else's life too?

Whatever the Grinch can steal, it's not Christmas.

I think your smile looks like an orange segment.

This is Christmas," he says, pointing at the happy line of Whos. "Remember? Friends and family gathered together, celebrating. Not presents, not piñatas, people." "I know, but—" "Whatever the Grinch can steal, that's not Christmas," asserts Luke.

Becky -- he begins, and there's a tiny intake of breath around the churchyard. Will you-- Yes! Yeee-esssss! I hear the joyful sound ripping through the churchyard before I even realize I've opened my mouth. I'm so charged up with emotion, my voice doesn't even sound like mine. In fact, it sounds more like... Mum. I don't believe it.

And just so you know, Lexi... I love you. Really? I beam delightedly before I can stop myself. I mean... fab. Thanks very much!

That's really lovely, Daniel," I manage. "Thanks very much." "Happy birthday to you Ã¢â'¬Â¦

Happy Birthday Dear Samantha From Us All. It's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. My throat is tight. No one's ever made a cake for me in my life before.

Even in these straits our life is not as pitiful as you'd think, so long as we find joy in every hour.

What good were eyes to me? Nothing I could see could bring me joy.

Blest, they are the truly blest who all their lives have never tasted devastation.