Every pain, addiction, anguish, longing, depression, anger or fear is an orphaned part of us seeking joy, some disowned shadow wanting to return to the light and home of ourselves.
Love does as it undoes. It goes after with equal tenacity: joy and heartbreak. Her happiness was his unhappiness and that's the unfair way it was.
I guess I write four or five hours a day, but I do it seven days a week. It's very disciplined, yes, but it's joy for me.
Of myself, I am nothing. In searching for myself, I lost myself. In receiving Christ, I found myself. By giving of myself to others, I find all joy.
Music... will help dissolve your perplexities and purify your character and sensibilities, and in time of care and sorrow, will keep a fountain of joy alive in you.
Training with Bela and Marta Karolyi took the joy out of the Olympics for me. I look back and feel there was a lot of verbal and physical abuse. For years, I felt it was my problem.
A writer draws a road map where readers walks with their love, joy, anger, tears, and dismay. Every story, every poem, has different meanings for every reader.
Whenever you smile, whenever you care, whenever you love, whenever you share, your spirit will dance with joy because happiness is there.
The best friend you will ever find is you. You must love yourself with joy to fill your heart with bliss and happiness.
The moment you feel joy, the moment you laugh and change your perception, you change your immunity, your body chemistry, and your whole well-being.
Always give away your pure love without expecting any love in return. The universe will fill your heart with an abundance of love, joy and happiness again and again.
Remember, you're the most loving child of this universe. Universe has to wait billions of years to get impregnated with you. You are the joy and creator of your universe.
Clean out your mind closet. Clean out resentment and hatred. Clean out regrets and secrets. Now fill it with love, joy and respect.
Oh beloved, I want to live in your love, to feel the joy of life, to see the beauty of desires, to enjoy the song of heart, to dance with you, my love.
You are my cry, you're my tears, you're my joy, you're my heart and love, only I don't know who am I.
I'm a pretty upbeat person. I think I sometimes get cast as these brooding types because I bring light and joy, which hopefully makes them more likable.
The pleasure of jogging and running is rather like that of wearing a fur coat in Texas in August: the true joy comes in being able to take the damn thing off.
I think the reason I'm an actor is the joy I find from escaping and going to be somebody else. That's what I have fun doing.
Towards the end of the season it is not bad to have the body. To have experienced joy as the mere lifting of hunger is not to have known it less.
But I must own that I also felt stirred by an unselfish desire to voice all the joys and sorrows, the hopes and ambitions, of the American Negro, in classic musical form.
In the Woodstock movie, you see Justin, my son, who is now a filmmaker, being carried off by my wife at the time to the helicopter. He's just this little bundle of joy in her arms. And it's 1969.
