Quotations About / On:
Sleep, that deplorable curtailment of the joy of life.
(Virginia Woolf (1882-1941), British novelist. "Montaigne," The Common Reader, First Series (1925).)
Never had he felt the joy of the word more sweetly, never had he known so clearly that Eros dwells in language.
(Thomas Mann (1875-1955), German author, critic. originally published in "Die Neue Rundschau" 23, Oct. and Nov. 1912. Death in Venice, ch. 4, p. 236, trans. by David Luke, Bantam Classic (1988).
Gustav Aschenbach's (the novella's main protagonist) rapture to write in view of his idol Tadzio.)
The writer's joy is the thought that can become emotion, the emotion that can wholly become a thought.
(Thomas Mann (1875-1955), German author, critic. originally published in "Die Neue Rundschau" 23, Oct. and Nov. 1912. Death in Venice, ch. 4, p. 235, trans. by David Luke, Bantam Classic (1988).)
Grief can take care of itself, but to get the full value of a joy you must have somebody to divide it with.
(Mark Twain [Samuel Langhorne Clemens] (1835-1910), U.S. author. Following the Equator, ch. 12, "Pudd'nhead Wilson's New Calendar," (1897).)
Those who prepared for all the emergencies of life beforehand may equip themselves at the expense of joy.
(E.M. (Edward Morgan) Forster (1879-1970), British novelist, essayist. Margaret Schlegel, in Howard's End, ch. 7 (1910).)
The joys of the evil flow away like a torrent.
(Jean Racine (1639-1699), French playwright. Joash, in Athaliah, act 2, sc. 7 (1691).)
Ideology, politics and journalism, which luxuriate in failure, are impotent in the face of hope and joy.
(P.J. (Patrick Jake) O'Rourke (b. 1947), U.S. journalist. repr. In Give War a Chance (1992). "The Death of Communism," Rolling Stone (New York, Nov. 1989).)
The land of joy, the lovely glades of the fortunate woods and the home of the blest.
(Virgil [Publius Vergilius Maro] (70-19 B.C.), Roman poet. Aeneid, bk. 6, l. 638 (19 B.C.), trans. by David West (1991).
Referring to the Elysian Fields, a stop on Aeneas's journey to the Underworld.)
As with all children, the feeling that I was useful was perhaps the greatest joy I experienced.
(Eleanor Roosevelt (1884-1962), First Lady of the United States, author, speaker, and diplomat. This Is My Story, ch. 1 (1937).)
Tortures are to them what joys are to us.
(Pierre Corneille (1606-1684), French playwright. Pauline, in Polyeucte, act 3, sc. 3 (1641).
Pauline is a Roman, speaking of early Christians.)