Quotes About Delight

And Maud's face brightened: for destructiveness is one of the earliest traits of childhood, and ripping was Maud's delight.

Nothing makes Penstemon happier than handing a favorite book to someone who wants to read it. I'm the same. I suppose you could say this delights us although 'delight' is a word I rarely use. Delight seems insubstantial; happiness feels more grounded; ecstasy is what I shoot for; satisfaction is hardest to attain.

Delight seems insubstantial; happiness feels more grounded; ecstasy is what I shoot for; satisfaction is hardest to attain.

She enjoyed direct contact with the immigrant families and took special delight in dressing up dolls for their children.

I went home in great delight.

Statements make sense for somebody who needs advice. I'm not giving advice. I don't instruct. At my best, I delight. That's my job.

But after a career of dissipation she seems delighted to settle down.

For three things my heart is disquieted; and for four that I cannot bear: For a woman who esteemeth herself a man; and a man that delighteth in her company; For a people whose young men are cut off by the sword; and for the soul that regardeth not these things.

What's the meaning of this? His heart is completely different now, he has none of the indecision or sadness or fear of before. I sense only anger, and he delights in the thought of killing me.- Goshinki

I close my eyes and feel the flavors somersaulting through my mouth, a circus of sensations.

euphoria he felt after

True, fear deceptively offers to help us. It too offers to keep us on the right track. Yet the one who strives in fear never becomes God's friend. Fear is a deceitful aid. It can sour your delight, make life arduous and miserable, make you old and decrepit; but it is never able to help you toward the Good. The Good will not tolerate any alien helper.

Our age is essentially one of understanding and reflection, without passion, momentarily bursting into enthusiasm, and shrewdly relapsing into repose. ... There is no more action or decision in our day than there is perilous delight in swimming in shallow waters.

The girls gasp. Billie grins proudly.

It is hard to account for the common human resistance to happiness, unless it is that we would rather be crippled by what we lack than risk the pain that is one potential consequence of placing our secret selves in others' hands...to take delight in being loved requires nerve. The Other Side of You

The liveliness of literature lies in its exceptionality, in being the individual, idiosyncratic vision of one human being, in which, to our delight and great surprise, we may find our own vision reflected.

Similarities between this and that, between apparently unconnected things, make us clap our hands delightedly when we find them out. It is a sort of national longing for form – or perhaps simply an expression of our deep belief that forms lie hidden within reality; that meaning reveals itself only in flashes. Hence our vulnerability to omens..

O, you can lecture me now, she laughed. You are the one with the high moral tone, that's a good one. It was you who left me, her voice reminded his ear, seeming to nibble at the lobe. It was you, O moon of my delight, who hid behind a cloud. And I in darkness, blinded, lost, for love.

Sometimes our weakness is considered strength, and we take delight in borrowed greatness.

That's the key to success, isn't it? It has to be fun.

Then Monsieur is satisfied? asked Planchet. My dear Planchet, I am the happiest of men! And I may profit by Monsieur's happiness, and go to bed?

a man, with his face half-covered by a black beard, and who, concealed behind the sentry-box, watched the scene with delight, uttered these words in a low tone: Be happy, noble heart, be blessed for all the good thou hast done and wilt do hereafter, and let my gratitude remain in obscurity like your good deeds.

He leaned toward her, slowly raising his hand to his hat and then doffing it quickly, as if taken by surprise, when she leaned forward to meet him. And this, she thought, of course, was what the whole evening had been for, the delightful feel of his rough cheek against her fingertips, his hands and lips and warm breath. The lingering taste of coffee in his mouth. Something

They frowned, looked to one another with shallow and delighted eyes, eyes that just skimmed over the surface of things without understanding.