He who binds to himself a joy doth the winged life destroy. But he who kisses the joy as it flies lives in Eternity's sunrise.

When you were born, you cried and everybody else was happy. The only question that matters is this: When you die, will YOU be happy when everybody else is crying?

Joy is the feeling of grinning on the inside.

Real joy comes not from ease or riches or from the praise of men, but from doing something worthwhile.

'Tis so much joy! 'Tis so much joy! If I should fail, what poverty! And yet, as poor as I Have ventured all upon a throw; Have gained! Yes! Hesitated so this side the victory!

Great joy, especially after a sudden change of circumstances, is apt to be silent, and dwells rather in the heart than on the tongue.

Unexplained joy is always so keen that... it seems to hold enough to reconcile one to the inevitable.

Occasionally in life there are those moments of unutterable fulfillment which cannot be completely explained by those symbols called words. Their meanings can only be articulated by the inaudible language of the heart.

I sometimes wander whether all pleasures are not substitutes for joy.

The primary joy of life is acceptance, approval, the sense of appreciation and companionship of our human comrades. Many men do not understand that the need for fellowship is really as deep as the need for food, and so they go through life accepting many substitutes for genuine, warm, simple.

Joy has this in common with pain, that it robs people of reason.

We French found it and called it joie de vivre -- the joy of living.

The joy is that we can take back our bodies, reclaim our health, and restore ourselves to balance. We can take power over what and how we eat. We can rejuvenate and recharge ourselves, bringing healing to the wounds we carry inside us, and bringing to fuller life the wonderful person that each of us can be.

The walls we build around us to keep sadness out also keeps out the joy.

For one mother, joy is the quiet pleasure found in gently rubbing shampoo into her young child's hair. For another woman it's taking a long walk alone, while for yet another it's reviling in a much -- anticipated vacation.

Joy is a subtle elf; I think one's happiest when he forgets himself.

Joy is not in things, it is in us.

Joy, has no cost.