Joy Quotes - Page 127

I am in awe of the things you've been put through and the fact you can still light up a room when you walk in. When I look at you I see life. I see joy. I see my future.

To have attained to the human form is a source of joy... What an incomparable bliss it is to undergo these countless transitions.

I can edit into infinity. It's such a joy. I'd probably edit until the last word. Until there's only one word left.

The climbing as a whole is not very esthetic or enjoyable; it is merely difficult.

The more I grow, and the older I get, the more I am enjoying my life and know how precious it really is.

I enjoy now doing what I do... playing golf, relaxing a little, enjoying life.

I think that peace is, in many ways, a precondition of joy.

Words of divine consciousness: moral exaltation; lasting feelings of elevation, elation, joy; a quickening of the moral sense, which strikes one as more important than an intellectual understanding of things; an alignment of the universe along moral lines, not intellectual ones; a realization that the founding principle of existence is what we call love, which works itself out sometimes not clearly, not cleanly, not immediately, nonetheless ineluctably.

I do not presume to explain how to paint, but only how to get enjoyment.

Do not turn the superior eye of critical passivity upon these efforts .... We must not be ambitious. We cannot aspire to masterpieces. We may content ourselves with a joy ride in a paint-box.

And I enjoyed the celebrity and the creativity that was involved in Star Trek.

Good old grandsire ... we shall be joyful of thy company.

How much better is it to weep at joy than to joy at weeping?

The violence of either grief or joy, their own enactures with themselves destroy.

Here come the lovers, full of joy and mirth.— Joy, gentle friends! joy and fresh days of love Accompany your hearts!

I don't need to punish people for sin. Sin is its own punishment, devouring you from the inside. It's not my purpose to punish it; it's my joy to cure it.

The true poetry of life: the poetry of the commonplace, of the ordinary man, of the plain, toil-worn woman, with their loves and their joys, their sorrows and their griefs.

Receive every day as a resurrection from death, as a new enjoyment of life.

When we give what we can, and give it with joy, we don't just renew the American tradition of giving, we also renew ourselves.

Without life there can be no action — no objects of pursuit — no restless desires — no tormenting passions. Hence it is that we fondly cling to it — that we dread its termination as the close, not of enjoyment, but of hope.

The perfect joys of heaven do not satisfy the cravings of nature.

While we desire, we do not enjoy; and with enjoyment desire ceases.

You needed a new pancreas. The one we bought for you frees you from a dangerous dependency.” “Thanks, but I was enjoying that dependency.

It is chiefly through books that we enjoy the intercourse with superior minds.

Most joyful let the Poet be, it is through him that all men see.