Quotes About Delight

Having a world unfold in one's head is the fundamental SF experience. It's a lot of what I read for. Delany has a long passage about how your brain expands while reading the sentence "The red sun is high, the blue low"—how it fills in doubled purple shadows on the planet of a binary star. I think it goes beyond that, beyond the physical into the delight of reading about people who come from other societies and have different expectations.

Very good. Couldn't be better. We'll put some ginger in the good lady's gravy.

When we don't have the words chocolate can speak volumes.

Synchronicities are such a delight—little messages from the Universe that we're on the right track!

If chocolate were a mandatory part of breakfast, people wouldn't be so grouchy in the morning.

Muddled minds read him, and found themselves moving with delight in a world of clarity.

a favourite couplet of Dunbar's sums up his view of the whole duty and delight of Man: Man, please thy Maker and be merry And give not for this world a cherry.

It delighted him that he could find no use of the word modern in Shakespeare that did not carry its load of contempt.

Have a smile for breakfast, you'll be shitting joy by lunch.

Could such happiness come out of the unexpected? Or was unexpected happiness the best happiness of all?

pleasantly tickled.

had to look the word up. The definition had delighted her, and she'd hoped the girl was correct. The four Padavano sisters dressed up as witches for Halloween that year, and Charlie gleefully quoted Macbeth at them. Julia, in the height of her girlhood, with a pointed black hat on her head, knew that they were a coven of witches,

You need to add light and joy. After all, isn't Christmas with its lights, and Hanukkah with its candle flames, about adding illumination to this dark time of year? We need to remind ourselves that the sun will eventually push the night to more reasonable margins. The Christmas cookie club, if it's anything, is a reminder of delight. And, of course, a reminder that girlfriends help one another to endure the grind and to celebrate the joy.

Tremblingly alive to a sense of delight, and unchilled by disappointment, the young heart welcomes every feeling, not simply painful, with a romantic expectation that it will expand into bliss.

unpacked her books, her sweet delight in happier days, and her soothing resource in the hours of moderate sorrow: but there were hours when even these failed of their effect; when the genius, the taste, the enthusiasm of the sublimest writers were felt no longer.

How the miracle of our meeting Shone there and sang, I didn't want to return From there to anywhere. Happiness instead of duty Was bitter delight to me. Not obliged to speak to anyone, I spoke for a long while. Let passions stifle lovers, Demanding answers, We, my dear, are only souls At the limits of the world.

It was the blue-hour, the era of endarkenment. In the air, however, was the delicious smell of life. Possibly real, possibly delusional, came the fragrance of newly cut grass, of freshly turned damp earth, of honeysuckle at the end of summertime - things that might make a person happy, especially unexpectedly happy, and which cost little, bar the willingness, and the gratefulness, to open up and breathe.

You don't really believe I intend harm, do you?" If he intended to marry her, she considered that great harm indeed. But Flora the housemaid couldn't say that. Bill rose and gave himself a good shake before he trotted forward to investigate the stranger's boots. Bite him, Bill. Lord Lyle clicked his elegant fingers. And Bill, the rotten traitor, yipped in delight and rolled over to offer his pink belly for a scratch. "Nice

Unholy delight lit Giles's dark face to flashing brilliance. She realized that while he mightn't be handsome, he was breathtakingly attractive and brimming with potent masculinity more powerful than mere good looks.

lots of tickly licks of joy.

I don't quite jump for joy, but I am awfully glad to see him.

The story concerns the reason why we love to fall in love. Beauty spins and the mind moves. To catch beauty would be to understand how the impertinent stability in vertigo is possible. But no, delight need not reach so far. To be running breathlessly, but not yet arrived, is itself delightful, a suspended moment of living hope.

Suppression of impertinence is not the lover's aim. Nor can I believe this philosopher really runs after understanding. Rather, he has become a philosopher (that is, one whose profession is to delight in understanding) in order to furnish himself with pretexts for running after tops.

banana. Soon the boys were eating pudding with sliced bananas on