Quotes
Quotes about Joy
Only one thing is necessary: to possess God--All the senses, all the forces of the soul and of the spirit, all the exterior resources are so many open outlets to the Divinity; so many ways of tasting and of adoring God. We should be able to detach ourselves from all that is perishable and cling absolutely to the eternal and the absolute and enjoy the all else as a loan, as a usufruct.... To worship, to comprehend, to receive, to feel, to give, to act: this our law, our duty, our happiness, our heaven.
Everyone who enjoys thinks that the principal thing to the tree is the fruit, but in point of fact the principal thing to it is the seed.--Herein lies the difference between them that create and them that enjoy.
I caused the widow's heart to sing for joy.
The morning stars sang together, and all the sons of God shouted for joy.
Beautiful for situation, the joy of the whole earth, is Mount Zion, ... the city of the great King.
The heart knoweth his own bitterness; and a stranger doth not intermeddle with his joy.
In the day of prosperity be joyful, but in the day of adversity consider.
Give unto them beauty for ashes, the oil of joy for mourning, the garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness.
Gladness of heart is the life of man, and the joyfulness of a man prolongeth his days.
On what God is like: Like a big symphony. The page of the score of infinite length, the number of instruments infinite but all bound into one big unity. This big symphony plays itself for ever and ever. And who listens to it? It listens to itself. Enjoys itself for ever and ever and ever. It doesnât give a bugger whether you hear it or not.
Joyce composes verbal melodies which seem to subsist independently of the things described
The best-selling formula for our times insists on the combination of frank sex and technical information. The reader enjoys the sex, and, if he feels any shame in this, it can dissolve in a sense of virtue that he is learning how an airport is run, or a bank, or the White House, or a nuclear installation.
Then perhaps to die the death. An endless silence after a brief earth-sejourn. All the putative joys untasted. Circular speculation. A life wasted.
A professor can spend his life unknotting the problems that Joyce probably sardonically knotted for the professor's benefit
Joyce was so little of a visual writer that he created characters one can hardly see
Joyce might as well, in his last great dense book, have left us twenty pages of possible titles (perhaps he did; I must look again).
He (James Joyce) is a modern novelist who has equipped our minds with the words and symbols we need in order to understand the contemporary world, and he will still be waiting to help when the fearsome future rolls in
If Joyce is concerned with recording the highness of life, Beckett is obsessed with rendering its mysery. This is not perverseness, the deliberate grinding of the bad tooth; it is rather an attempt to discover what man is really like when he is stripped to show his essential condition, which is one of struggle against unheroic odds
The immense air opens and closes my book. The wave, pulverized, dares to gush and spatter from the rocks. Fly away, dazzled, blinded pages. Break, waves. Break with joyful waters ...
The first half of life consists of the capacity to enjoy without the chance; the last half consists of the chance without the capacity.
I don't know why we are here, but I'm pretty sure that it is not in order to en joy ourselves.
Try to relax and enjoy the crisis.
We could never learn to be brave and patient, if there were only joy in the world.
Sometimes your joy is the source of your smile, but sometimes your smile can be the source of your joy.
Sometimes your joy is the source of your smile, but sometimes your smile can be the source of your joy.
