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To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly broken. read more
To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even to an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements; lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket- safe, dark, motionless, airless--it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable.
It is only in sorrow bad weather masters us; in joy we face the storm and defy it.
It is only in sorrow bad weather masters us; in joy we face the storm and defy it.
Joy can be real only if people look upon their life as a service, and have a definite object in read more
Joy can be real only if people look upon their life as a service, and have a definite object in life outside themselves and their personal happiness
I sometimes wonder whether all pleasures are not substitutes for joy.
I sometimes wonder whether all pleasures are not substitutes for joy.
An infant when it gazes on a light,
A child the moment when it drains the breast,
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An infant when it gazes on a light,
A child the moment when it drains the breast,
A devotee when soars the Host in sight,
An Arab with a stranger for a guest,
A sailor when the prize has struck in fight,
A miser filling his most hoarded chest,
Feel rapture; but not such true joy are reaping
As they who watch o'er what they love while sleeping.
Joy comes, grief goes, we know not how.
Joy comes, grief goes, we know not how.
Nothing I've ever done has given me more joys and rewards than being a father to my children.
Nothing I've ever done has given me more joys and rewards than being a father to my children.
My plenteous joys,
Wanton in fullness, seek to hide themselves
In drops of sorrow.
My plenteous joys,
Wanton in fullness, seek to hide themselves
In drops of sorrow.
The joy late coming late departs.
The joy late coming late departs.
