We are both drawn to surreal situations so the writing was a joy.
Color is my day-long obsession, joy and torment.
It is a fine seasoning for joy to think of those we love.
I know that. I'm having a ball. I'm not slap happy. I'm just filled up with joy and with peace and with all kinds of things that have eluded me for quite a few years. And they're back and they're thriving.
But by reading them again and again finally I was able to grasp the essential part. What emotion, enthusiasm, enlightenment and confidence they communicated to me! I wept for joy.
Whatever I do is done out of sheer joy; I drop my fruits like a ripe tree. What the general reader or the critic makes of them is not my concern.
Instead of asking 'How much damage will the work in question bring about?' why not ask 'How much good? How much joy?'
Beauty is whatever gives joy.
Be good, keep your feet dry, your eyes open, your heart at peace and your soul in the joy of Christ.
Pleasures flit by - they are only for yourself; work leaves a mark of long-lasting joy, work is for others.
Use those talents you have. You will make it. You will give joy to the world. Take this tip from nature: The woods would be a very silent place if no birds sang except those who sang best.
I love my children beyond all reason. They're my joy, even when they're wild with kid energy.
My wife has brought great beauty into my life. And my daughter has brought me nothing but joy. Those qualities were greatly lacking.
Sometimes it is a great joy just to listen to someone we love talking.
If I can bring joy into the world, if I can get people to stop thinking about their pain for a moment, or the fact the tomorrow morning they're going to get up and tell their boss off... then I'll be successful.