God loves us; the devil hates us. God wants us to have a fulness of joy as He has. The devil wants us to be miserable as he is. God gives us commandments to bless us. The devil would have us break these commandments to curse us.
The wretched and miserable would rise into plenty of joy and happiness as soon as they climb the steps of my mosque.
I call for a collective adventure in generalized joy and freely interdependent exuberance.
My own life was filled with so much love and joy that when depression struck, it was like a prison door slamming shut and I was being placed in an isolation cell. No one else could possibly be feeling what I was. I hated my depression and all of its symptoms.
May joy and good fellowship reign, and in this manner, may the Olympic Torch pursue its way through ages, increasing friendly understanding among nations, for the good of a humanity always more enthusiastic, more courageous and more pure.
Joy comes, grief goes, we know not how.
Excessive sorrow laughs. Excessive joy weeps.
If you want to experience joy in your life, you have to be able to step outside yourself and become part of a cause that is much larger than you; one that brings a greater good to a greater community.
With an eye made quiet by the power of harmony, and the deep power of joy, we see into the life of things.
Only by joy and sorrow does a person know anything about themselves and their destiny. They learn what to do and what to avoid.