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You are wrong if you think Joy emanates only…from human relationships. God has placed it all around us…and all you have to do is reach for it.
Into the Wild, Jon Krakauer

06:04 pm, by eagerfeet-609 notes

How bitterly glad I am to see you. You bring joy and pain in equal measure. Joy because you are with me, but pain because it won’t be for long.
Life of Pi, Yann Martel

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‘Now you see,’ said the turtle, drifting back into the pond, ‘why it is useless to cry. Your tears do not wash away your sorrows. They feed someone else’s joy. And that is why you must learn to swallow your own tears.’
The Joy Luck Club, Amy Tan

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“A fight is going on inside me,” said an old man to his son. “It is a terrible fight between two wolves. One wolf is evil. He is anger, envy, sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, false pride, superiority, and ego. The other wolf is good. he is joy, peace, love, hope, serenity, humility, kindness, benevolence, empathy, generosity, truth, compassion, and faith. The same fight is going on inside you.”

The son thought about it for a minute and then asked, “Which wolf will win?”

The old man replied simply, “The one you feed.”

Jeremy Fink and the Meaning of LIfe, Wendy Mass

01:12 pm, by eagerfeet-643 notes

Don’t ever discount the wonder of your tears. They can be healing waters and a stream of joy. Sometimes they are the best words the heart can speak.
The Shack, William P. Young

11:36 pm, by eagerfeet-294 notes

Being in love was like China: you knew it was there, and no doubt it was very interesting, and some people went there, but I never would. I’d spend all my life without ever going to China, but it wouldn’t matter, because there was all the rest of the world to visit… And I thought: am I really going to spend the rest of my life without feeling that again? I thought: I want to go to China. It’s full of treasures and strangeness and mysteries and joy.
The Amber Spyglass, Philip Pullman

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Now he was singed by pain. When he finally opened his eyes he saw, at the end of the narrow green path, dazzlingly bright light. There she is, he thought breathlessly, there she is. With a shout of joy and deliverance he plunged forward to meet the light.
In A Dark Wood Wandering, Hella S. Haasse

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Our desires interweave with one another; and in the confusion of existence, it is seldom that a joy is promptly paired with the desire that longed for it.
Within A Budding Grove, Marcel Proust

05:22 am, by eagerfeet-54 notes

He did not fail in love, but he lost the joy of it…
Brideshead Revisited, Evelyn Waugh

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