Quotes about Joy

The winter is cold, is cold. All's spent in keeping warm. Has joy been frozen, too? I blow upon my hands Stiff from the biting wind. My heart beats slow, beats slow. What has become of joy? If joy's gone from my heart Then it is closed to You Who made it, gave it life... Elusive, evasive, peace comes Only when it's not sought. Help me forget the cold That grips the grasping world...

Joy is what has made the pain bearable and, in the end, creative rather than destructive.

Ananda: that joy without which the universe will fall apart and collapse.

That joy in existence without which the universe will fall apart and collapse.

And joy, Grandfather would remind me, joy is the infallible sign of the presence of God.

Stars, galaxies, circled in cosmic pattern, and the joy of unity was greater than any disorder within.

Stars, galaxies, circled in cosmic pattern, and the joy of unity was greater than any disorder within.

Let us not try to understand the pattern, only rejoice in its beauty.

The breaking of the harmony was pain, was brutal anguish, but the harmony kept rising above the pain, and the joy would pulse with light, and light and dark once more knew each other, and were part of the joy.

The better word, of course, is joy, because it doesn't have anything to do with pain, physical or spiritual. I have been wholly in joy when I have been in pain—childbirth is the obvious example. Joy is what has made the pain bearable and, in the end, creative rather than destructive.

I'll ask you a riddle. What do you have the more of, the more of it you give away?

Now we leave our tears for mirth. Now we sing, not death, but birth.