Top 1200 Tears Of Joy Quotes & Sayings - Page 20

His ears were often the first thing to catch my tears.

Tears have cleansed my eyes, and errors have taught me the language of the hearts.

Happiness. We're tearing our hair out to try to find a definition of it, for heaven's sake. Is it joy? People will tell you that it isn't, that joy is a fleeting emotion, a moment of happiness, which is always welcome, mind you. And then what about pleasure, huh? Oh, yes, that's easy, everybody knows what that is, but there again it doesn't last. But is happiness not the sum total of lots of small joys and pleasures, huh?

I can make your tears fall down like the showers that are British.

What need is there to weep over parts of life? The whole of it calls for tears.

Our species uses music and dance to express various feelings: love, joy, comfort, ceremony, knowledge, and friendship. And each one is distinct and widely recognized within cultures. Love songs cause us to move slowly and fluidly, for example, while songs of joy inspire us to dance in a full-body aerobic way.

It is some relief to weep; grief is satisfied and carried off by tears.

Things in which we do not take joy are either a burden upon our minds to be got rid of at any cost; or they are useful, and therefore in temporary and partial relation to us, becoming burdensome when their utility is lost; or they are like wandering vagabonds, loitering for a moment on the outskirts of our recognition, and then passing on. A thing is only completely our own when it is a thing of joy to us.

Beware of making a woman cry. God is counting her tears.

We often shed tears that deceive ourselves after deceiving others.

When I look at my life and its secret colors, I feel like bursting into tears.

My interest in culture generally is a comparative one, and I think that's where the word joy, I think, can be applicable. There's joy in actually seeing the relatedness, the connectedness of different cultures or recognising, for instance, your own culture in another or another culture in your own culture and feeling an air to all of them.

Nobody likes a presenter melting in a self-indulgent puddle of tears.

There are in woman's eyes two sorts of tears,--the one of grief, the other of deceit.

I shed more tears than God could ever have required.

But there are other things than dissipation that thicken the features. Tears, for example.

When a human's tears finally dry up forever, they transform into a monster.

A friend worth your tears, will never make you cry.

When you're successful, people have no sympathy. Nobody wants to catch the tears of a millionaire.

So, how can we live in joy - and how can we know that we're supposed to live in joy the way people tell us to - when we're believing thoughts that bring on sadness and frustration and anger and alienation and loneliness? When we're believing those thoughts, we think that's the world, rather than what we're believing about the world. We're like lost little children.

Tears for the mourners who are left behind Peace everlasting for the quiet dead.

Music's golden tongue Flatter'd to tears this aged man and poor.

When you're feeling joyful, you are giving joy, and you'll receive back joyful experiences, joyful situations, and joyful people, wherever you go. From the smallest experience of your favorite song playing on the radio to bigger experiences of receiving a pay raise -- all of the circumstances you experiences are the law of attraction responding to your feeling of joy.

Jesus on the cross feels the whole weight of the evil, and with the force of God's love he conquers it; he defeats it with his resurrection. This is the good that Jesus does for us on the throne of the cross. Christ's cross, embraced with love, never leads to sadness, but to joy, to the joy of having been saved and of doing a little of what he did on the day of his death.

One night as I girl I spied my grandma and one of her sisters outside, holding hands and singing, "Sprites of the night are we, are we. Singing and dancing joyfully." It was witchy and wonderful because it meant there was power in joy. They were not afraid of the night because they were giggling. I am very interested in finding the surprising boundaries, for instance, where do joy and fear meet?

Happiness lies not in the mere possession of money; it lies in the joy of achievement, in the thrill of creative effort. The joy and moral stimulation of work no longer must be forgotten in the mad chase of evanescent profits. These dark days will be worth all they cost us if they teach us that our true destiny is not to be ministered unto but to minister to ourselves and to our fellow men.

Grief heals ... unshed tears fester like a canker in the soul.

The microscopes that magnified the tears, studied warts and all. Still life flows on.

You are at the same time arrogant and self-loathing. You are a puzzle. But the ancient truth remains: as the light grows dimmer, things begin to become harder to see. I came to love you in time, but I feared the dark side as well. I still do. You have tremendous potential, potential for joy or hate, light or dark, life or death. But in the end, you choose. What a gift, what a joy to witness.

'Tis hard preaching a stone into tears, or making a rock to tremble.

I abhor the idea of a perfect world. It would bore me to tears.

Wish I could take your tears and replace them with laughter.

Whatever tears one may shed, in the end one always blows one's nose.

... in this valley of tears we must expect much sorrow and little consolation.

If there are any tears shed in heaven, it will be because we prayed so little.

With the tears a Land hath shed. Their graves should ever be green.

But woe awaits a country when She sees the tears of bearded men.

I had tears coming out of my eyes. And it was the characters that got me there.

Words cut through my skin, tears roll down my chin

Jesus, Mary and Joseph, I was going to squirt tears. How unprofessional.

The tune was sad, as the best of Ireland was, melancholy and lovely as a lover's tears.

And all my mother came into mine eyes And gave me up to tears.

You can't see anything properly while your eyes are blurred with tears.

I sometimes think that perhaps our minds are too weak to grasp joy or sorrow except in small things...In the big things joy and sorrow are just alike - overwhelming. At least, we only get them bit by bit, in tiny flashes - in waves - that our minds can't stand for very long. p 199

Love is a smoke raised with the fume of sighs; Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes; Being vexed, a sea nourished with loving tears. What is it else? A madness most discreet, A choking gall, and a preserving sweet. *Here’s what love is: a smoke made out of lovers' sighs. When the smoke clears, love is a fire burning in your lover’s eyes. If you frustrate love, you get an ocean made out of lovers' tears. What else is love? It’s a wise form of madness. It’s a sweet lozenge that you choke on.*

I've never worked a day in my life. The joy of writing has propelled me from day to day and year to year. I want you to envy me, my joy. Get out of here tonight and say: 'Am I being joyful?' And if you've got a writer's block, you can cure it this evening by stopping whatever you're writing and doing something else. You picked the wrong subject.

All lives have triumphs and tragedies, laughter and tears, and mine has been no different.

More tears are shed over answered prayers than unanswered ones.

Argument need not be heated; it can be punctuated with courteous smiles - or sympathetic tears.

Joy, like love, is an impenetrable, God-given state of being. The distinctions between joy and happiness and love and affection are important ones under the notion that happiness is an 'iffy' emotion, a highly dependent feeling both aroused and destroyed by external conditions apart from God. And the distinction between love and affection is parallel to such.

Even our tears of repentance need to be washed in the blood of the Lamb.

Her clothes were filled with safety pins and hidden tears.

My tolerance for tears is very little when you're beautiful and crying over nothing.

Love that is cleansed by tears will remain eternally pure and beautiful.

The birth of a doubt that was once your belief is drowning in the tears that you cry.

Can't you tell when you're with someone who's listening? She hears you, really hears you. He hears the sadness in your tone or catches your joy. Be a listener, to music, to life, to others, to God. Life is noisy, but there is music in every heartbeat. God is waiting to bring joy and peace to the confusion of our days.

Ironically, often the thing that keeps me from experiencing joy is my preoccupation with self. The very selfishness that keeps me from pouring myself out for the joy of others also keeps me from noticing and delighting in the myriad small gifts God offers each day. This is why Walker Percy describes boredom as "the self stuffed with the self."

My tears are buried in my heart, like cave-locked fountains sleeping.

I have a kind soul that would give you thanks. And knows not how to do it but with tears.

I don't believe that what Tears for Fears has done, and continues to do, can be pigeonholed into a genre or decade.