Loving is a feeling that brings both joy and pain to my heart. Joy from being with you, being filled read more

Loving is a feeling that brings both joy and pain to my heart. Joy from being with you, being filled with an emotion so deep and tender that no other feeling can compare. Pain from knowing that I'm so in love, that I'm more vulnerable than I've ever

Joys do not stay, but take wing and fly away.
[Lat., Gaudia non remanent, sed fugitiva volant.]

Joys do not stay, but take wing and fly away.
[Lat., Gaudia non remanent, sed fugitiva volant.]

And, e'en while fashion's brightest arts decoy,
The heart, distrusting, asks if this be joy.

And, e'en while fashion's brightest arts decoy,
The heart, distrusting, asks if this be joy.

An infant when it gazes on a light,
A child the moment when it drains the breast,
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An infant when it gazes on a light,
A child the moment when it drains the breast,
A devotee when soars the Host in sight,
An Arab with a stranger for a guest,
A sailor when the prize has struck in fight,
A miser filling his most hoarded chest,
Feel rapture; but not such true joy are reaping
As they who watch o'er what they love while sleeping.

There's a hope for every woe,
And a balm for every pain,
But the first joys of read more

There's a hope for every woe,
And a balm for every pain,
But the first joys of our heart
Come never back again!

They hear a voice in every wind,
And snatch a fearful joy.

They hear a voice in every wind,
And snatch a fearful joy.

It is only in sorrow bad weather masters us; in joy we face the storm and defy it.

It is only in sorrow bad weather masters us; in joy we face the storm and defy it.

One of the sanest, surest, and most generous joys of life comes from being happy over the good fortune of read more

One of the sanest, surest, and most generous joys of life comes from being happy over the good fortune of others.

Full from the fount of Joy's delicious springs
Some bitter o'er the flowers its bubbling venom springs.
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Full from the fount of Joy's delicious springs
Some bitter o'er the flowers its bubbling venom springs.
[Lat., Medio de fonte leporum
Surgit amari aliquid, quod in ipsis floribus angat.]