His purity was too great, his aspiration too high for this poor, miserable world! His great soul is now only enjoying that for which it was worthy!
It was a childish ignorance, But now 'tis little joy To know I'm further off from heaven Than when I was a boy.
He who binds himself to a joy Does the winged life destroy; But he who kisses the joy as it flies Lives in eternity's sunrise
Nor ease nor peace that heart can know, That like the needle true, Turns at the touch of joy or woe; But turning, trembles too.
Mind is the Master-power that molds and makes, and Man is Mind, and evermore he takes the Tool of Thought, and shaping what he wills, brings forth a thousand joys, a thousand ills-He thinks in secret and it comes to pass; Environment is but his looking-glass. As A Man Thinketh .
But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, self-control. [Galatians 5:23, 24].
You do not pay the price of success, you enjoy the price of success.
Happiness lies in the joy of achievement and the thrill of creative effort.
Enjoy the journey, enjoy ever moment, and quit worrying about winning and losing.
Life itself can't give you joy, unless you really will it. Life just gives you time and space, it's upto you to fill it.
He who enjoys doing and enjoys what he has done is happy.
Wealth is enjoying what we already have, not getting more of what we think will make us happy.
I remember a mass of things, but nothing distinctly; a quarrel, but nothing wherefore. O God, that men should put an enemy in their mouths to steal away their brains! that we should with joy, pleasance, revel, and applause transform ourselves into beasts!
Trust your hunches. They're usually based on facts filed away just below the conscious level. -Dr. Joyce Brothers.
For dear is the Emerald Isle of the ocean, Whose daughters are fair as the foam of the wave, Whose sons unaccustom'd to rebel commotion, Tho' joyous, are sober--tho' peaceful, are brave.
Irony is the gaiety of reflection and the joy of wisdom.
Wooing the press is an exercise roughly akin to picnicking with a tiger. You might enjoy the meal, but the tiger always eats last.
Joys Are bubble-like--what makes them bursts them too. - Philip James Bailey, Festus
And these are joys, like beauty, but skin deep.
The joy late coming late departs.
Capacity for joy Admits temptation.
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 not a joy the world can give like that it takes away. - Lord Byron (George Gordon Noel Byron),
Sing out my soul, thy songs of joy; Such as a happy bird will sing, Beneath a Rainbow's lovely arch, In early spring.
Joy rul'd the day, and Love the night.