Quotes About Joy

My color is my joy and not my burden...

The time-state of attainment eliminates so accurately the time-state of aspiration, that the actual seems the inevitable, and, all conscious intellectual effort to reconstitute the invisible and unthinkable as a reality being fruitless, we are incapable of appreciating our joy by comparing it with our sorrow.

When eating becomes a matter of life or death, and each new bite is a celebration, you may discover that none of the other stuff was quite as important as sitting and breaking bread together.

Part of the magic of childhood for most of us, looking back, was the sensation of freedom in your own body - the feeling that these legs were made for skipping.

Have you noticed that when someone wants to express that something tastes extra specially wonderful, they will often invoke childhood?

You want to see the treat vanish and the happy face to appear and when this happens, you feel great about yourself.

In this world, full often, our joys are only the tender shadows which our sorrows cast.

Mirth is God's medicine. Everybody ought to bathe in it.

The fugitive, brief, though intense satisfactions that come to the nerves through the appetite and passions are not the foundations of joy in this world: they come with a moment's flash, and are disastrous in their flight.

Memory can glean, but can never renew. It brings us joys faint as is the perfume of the flowers, faded and dried, of the summer that is gone.

Life is full of amusement to an amusing man.

Home should be an oratorio of the memory, singing to all our after life melodies and harmonies of old remembered joy.

Religion is the whole soul marching heavenward to the music of joy and love, with well-ranked faculties, every one of them beating time and keeping tune.

Joy is more divine than sorrow; for joy is bread, and sorrow is medicine.

Love is the wine of existence. When you have taken that, you have taken the most precious drop that there is in the cluster.

We have the promises of God as thick as daisies in summer meadows, that death, which men most fear, shall be to us the most blessed of experiences, if we trust in him. Death is unclasping; joy, breaking out in the desert; the heart, come to its blossoming time! Do we call it dying when the bud bursts into flower?

No grief has a right to immortality. That ground belongs to joy, to hope, to faith.

Christians! It is your duty not only to be good, but to shine; and, of all the lights which you kindle on the face, Joy will reach farthest out to sea, where troubled mariners are seeking the shore.

Christians ought not to slander God by looking as if they were at an everlasting funeral.

We rejoice in God since he has taught us that every thing which is true in us, is but a faint expression of what is in him. And thus all our joys become to us the echo of higher joys, and our very life is as a dream of that nobler life, to which we shall awaken when we die.

Not philosophy, after all, not humanity, just sheer joyous power of song, is the primal thing in poetry.

Nothing bad can happen to you when you are surrounded by cupcakes.

Living simply makes loving simple.

If you must lie, lie in the arms of the one you love. If you must steal, steal away from bad company. And if you must drink, drink in the moments that take your breath away.