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Shared joy is a double joy; shared sorrow is half a sorrow
Shared joy is a double joy; shared sorrow is half a sorrow
Joy's smile is much closer to tears than laughter.
Joy's smile is much closer to tears than laughter.
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!
When you wish someone joy, you wish them peace,love, prosperity, happiness... all the good things.
When you wish someone joy, you wish them peace,love, prosperity, happiness... all the good things.
This is the true joy of life, the being used up for a purpose recognized by yourself as a mighty read more
This is the true joy of life, the being used up for a purpose recognized by yourself as a mighty one; being a force of nature instead of a feverish, selfish little clot of ailments and grievances, complaining that the world will not devote itself to making you happy. I am of the opinion that my life belongs to the community, and as long as I live, it is my privilege to do for it what I can. . -George Bernard Shaw.
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.]
To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly broken. read more
To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even to an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements; lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket- safe, dark, motionless, airless--it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable.
My plenteous joys,
Wanton in fullness, seek to hide themselves
In drops of sorrow.
My plenteous joys,
Wanton in fullness, seek to hide themselves
In drops of sorrow.
Joy lies in the fight, in the attempt, in the suffering involved, not in the victory itself
Joy lies in the fight, in the attempt, in the suffering involved, not in the victory itself
