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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Illusory joy is often worth more than genuine sorrow.
Illusory joy is often worth more than genuine sorrow.
A joy that's shared is a joy made double.
A joy that's shared is a joy made double.
Since you get more joy out of giving joy to others, you should put a good deal of thought into read more
Since you get more joy out of giving joy to others, you should put a good deal of thought into the happiness that you are able to give.
Let a joy keep you. Reach out your hands and take it when it runs by.
Let a joy keep you. Reach out your hands and take it when it runs by.
You shall have joy, or you shall have power, said God; you shall not have both
You shall have joy, or you shall have power, said God; you shall not have both
Joy's smile is much closer to tears than laughter.
Joy's smile is much closer to tears than laughter.
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.
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.
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.]
