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.
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Joy in looking and comprehending is nature's most beautiful gift.
Joy in looking and comprehending is nature's most beautiful gift.
Capacity for joy
Admits temptation.
Capacity for joy
Admits temptation.
Joy, in Nature's wide dominion,
Mightiest cause of all is found;
And 'tis joy that moves the read more
Joy, in Nature's wide dominion,
Mightiest cause of all is found;
And 'tis joy that moves the pinion
When the wheel of time goes round.
And these are joys, like beauty, but skin deep.
And these are joys, like beauty, but skin deep.
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.
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.]
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.
The walls we build around us to keep sadness out also keeps out the joy.
The walls we build around us to keep sadness out also keeps out the joy.
Find a place inside where there's joy, and the joy will burn out the pain.
Find a place inside where there's joy, and the joy will burn out the pain.
