He who has not looked on Sorrow will never see Joy.

He who has not looked on Sorrow will never see Joy.

Joys do not stay, but take wing and fly away.
[Lat., Gaudia non remanent, sed fugitiva volant.]

Joys do not stay, but take wing and fly away.
[Lat., Gaudia non remanent, sed fugitiva volant.]

Joys
Are bubble-like--what makes them bursts them too.
- Philip James Bailey, Festus

Joys
Are bubble-like--what makes them bursts them too.
- Philip James Bailey, Festus

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.

Joy lies in the fight, in the attempt, in the suffering involved, not in the victory itself

Joy lies in the fight, in the attempt, in the suffering involved, not in the victory itself

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

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

Participate joyfully in the sorrows of the world. We cannot cure the world of sorrows, but we can choose to read more

Participate joyfully in the sorrows of the world. We cannot cure the world of sorrows, but we can choose to live in joy.

There's not a joy the world can give like that it takes away.
- Lord Byron (George read more

There's not a joy the world can give like that it takes away.
- Lord Byron (George Gordon Noel Byron),

On a March clothesline
.. transparent icicles in a row
in the bright sun
they drip and glow
Marks read more

On a March clothesline
.. transparent icicles in a row
in the bright sun
they drip and glow
Marks of exclamation !!!!!!!!!!
a sentence of joyful exclamation !!!!!!!!