Quotes About Joy

There's a Hasidic proverb: 'While we pursue happiness, we flee from contentment.'" Jacob

I wasn't trying to invent better and better homes, but to show her that homes didn't matter, we could live in any home, in any city, in any country, in any century, and be happy, as if the world were just what we lived in.

I observe, I write, I try not to remember the life that I didn't want to loose but lost and have to remember, being here fills my heart with so much joy, even if the joy isn't mine, and at the end of the day I fill the suitcase with old news.

was one of the best days of my life, a day during which I lived my life and didn't think about my life at all.

I'd left behind a thousand tons of marble, I could have released sculptures, I could have released myself from the marble of myself. I'd experienced joy, but not nearly enough, could there be enough?

Once upon a time there was a person whose life was so good there was no story to tell about it.

I like to see people reunited, maybe that's a silly thing, but what can I say, I like to see people run to each other, I like the kissing and the crying, I like the impatience, the stories that the mouth can't tell fast enough, the ears that aren't big enough, the eyes that can't take in all of the change, I like the hugging, the bringing together, the end of missing someone

Why does watching a dog be a dog fill one with happiness?

I'd write Ha ha ha! and instead of singing in the shower I would write out the lyrics of my favorite songs, the ink would turn the water blue or red or green, and the music would run down my legs (..)

It was one of the best days of my life, a day during which I lived my life and didn't think about it at all.

I have suffered so much more than I needed to. And the joys I have felt have not always been joyous. I could have lived differently.

I'd experienced joy, but not nearly enough, could there be enough? The end of suffering does not justify the suffering, and so there is no end to suffering, what a mess I am, I thought, what a fool, how foolish and narrow, how worthless, how pinched and pathetic, how helpless.

I like to see people reunited, maybe that's a silly thing, but what can I say, I like to see people run to each other, I like the kissing and the crying, I like the impatience, the stories that the mouth can't tell fast enough, the ears that aren't big enough, the eyes that can't take in all of the change, I like the hugging, the bringing together, the end of missing someone, I sit on the side with a coffee and write in my daybook

Nos llevamos el cachorro a casa. Lo (la) abracé desde el otro lado de la habitación. Luego, como ella no me dio ningún motivo para pensar que perdería algún dedo en el proceso, dejé que comiera de mi mano. Después le dejé que la lamiera. Y que me lamiera la cara. Y después lamí yo la suya. Y ahora me encantan todos los perros y somos felices para siempre.

It was one of the best days of my life, a day during which I lived my life and didn't think about my life at all.

Eram ca doi prieteni. Pentru prima oara de cand ma stiam, m-am simtit in intregime bine.

While we pursue happiness, we flee from contentment

That secret was a hole in the middle of me that every happy thing fell into.

The letter was destroyed, but its final paragraph is still inside of me. She wrote, I wish I could be a girl again, with the chance to live my life again. I have suffered so much more than I needed to. And the joys I have felt have not always been joyous. I could have lived differently.

I'd experienced joy, but not nearly enough, could there be enough? The end of suffering does not justify the suffering, and so there is no end to suffering.

and making her happy is another one of my raisons d'être.

Ela escreveu: quem me dera ser outra vez rapariga e ter a possibilidade de viver de novo a minha vida. Sofri muito mais que o necessário. E as alegrias que tive nem sempre foram alegres. Podia ter vivido de uma maneira diferente.

I like to see people reunited, maybe that's a silly thing, but what can I say, I like to see people run to each other, I like the kissing and the crying, I like the impatience, the stories that the mouth can't tell fast enough, the eyes that can't take in all of the change, I like the hugging, the bringing together, the end of missing someone…

I thought about birds. Could they fly if there wasn't someone, somewhere, laughing?