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All human joys are swift of wing,
For heaven doth so allot it;
That when you get read more
All human joys are swift of wing,
For heaven doth so allot it;
That when you get an easy thing,
You find you haven't got it.
Great joy, especially after a sudden change of circumstances, is apt to be silent, and dwells rather in the heart read more
Great joy, especially after a sudden change of circumstances, is apt to be silent, and dwells rather in the heart than on the tongue.
The excursion is the same when you go looking for your sorrow as when you go looking for your joy.
The excursion is the same when you go looking for your sorrow as when you go looking for your joy.
How fading are the joys we dote upon!
Like apparitions seen and gone;
But those which soonest read more
How fading are the joys we dote upon!
Like apparitions seen and gone;
But those which soonest take their flight
Are the most exquisite and strong;
Like angel's visits short and bright,
Mortality's too weak to bear them long.
Our joy is dead, and only smiles on us.
Our joy is dead, and only smiles on us.
Joy is the feeling of grinning inside.
Joy is the feeling of grinning inside.
Full from the fount of Joy's delicious springs
Some bitter o'er the flowers its bubbling venom springs.
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Full from the fount of Joy's delicious springs
Some bitter o'er the flowers its bubbling venom springs.
[Lat., Medio de fonte leporum
Surgit amari aliquid, quod in ipsis floribus angat.]
This is the true joy of life, the being used up for a purpose recognized by yourself as a mighty read more
This is the true joy of life, the being used up for a purpose recognized by yourself as a mighty one; being a force of nature instead of a feverish, selfish little clot of ailments and grievances, complaining that the world will not devote itself to making you happy. I am of the opinion that my life belongs to the community, and as long as I live, it is my privilege to do for it what I can. . -George Bernard Shaw.
Joy comes, grief goes, we know not how.
Joy comes, grief goes, we know not how.
