Joie Quotes

“La joie réside au plus intime de l'âme; on peut aussi bien la posséder dans une obscure prison que dans un palais.”
― Thérèse de Lisieux

“On est heureux quand
on cesse de penser à soi
et de juger les autres”
― Mouloud Benzadi

“On est heureux quand on cesse de penser tout le temps a soi et de juger les autres”
― Mouloud Benzadi مولود بن زادي

“Whenever you're done reading the chapter," he held uo his hands like take your time, "we'll start the concert." With a quick flip of my wrist I gave him the middle finger. He threw his head back and laughed.

I looked up at Hawkins, who locked eyes with mine as he sang, "Love in an elevator, lovin' it up, til I hit the ground.”
― Leah Spiegel, Foolish Games

“La gloire ne peut apporter de joie à qui l'a volée: elle ne fait palpiter que les cœurs dignes d'elle.”
― Nicolas Gogol, Le Journal d'un fou, Le Manteau et autres nouvelles

“Love is tears of joy, this is the baptism of fingers. (L'amour, c'est larme de joie, - C'est le baptême des doigts)”
― Charles de Leusse

“You're so pretty as the apple blooms again for joy that you give. (Tu es si jolie que la pomme - Refleurit pour joie que tu donnes.)”
― Charles de Leusse

“Nous serons jeunes comme des chiens qui s'amusent.”
― Emmanuelle Soni-Dessaigne

“Tu as traversé toutes nos joies, sans les voir, sans les entendre, sans les sentir.”
― Émile Zola, La Faute de l'abbé Mouret

“Et puis, comme à chaque fois, c'est plus simple d'acquiescer et de ne rien dire pour éviter les problèmes en pensant qu'un court moment de joie apportera comme par magie le bonheur à long terme.”
― Sophie Lambda, Tant pis pour l'amour. Ou comment j'ai survécu à un manipulateur

“On croirait qu'il y a en elle deux personnes : l'une silencieuse, lointaine, même un peu taciturne, l'autre très gaie, mais d'une gaieté trop forcée pour être de la vraie joie.”
― Pearl S. Buck, East Wind: West Wind

“La vie est le visage de lumière de l'amour, la mort est à face ténébreuse de la haine.”
― Soeur Emmanuelle, Mon testament spirituel

“Traigh came to help her dismount, a broad smile making creases around his eyes. “I fear ye missed our summer, Joie.”
Her brow drew in with confusion. “But it is summer, Traigh,” she told him.
“Aye, it might well be summer elsewhere in the world, but here, it only last three days. We had our summer last week.”
― Suzan Tisdale, Isle of the Blessed

“I still cannae believe we are finally here,” Laurin said, sounding more hopeful than she had just moments ago. “Ye’re certain we will be safe here?”
Josephine smiled thoughtfully. “What do you think?”
Laurin thought about it for a few moments before she answered. “Well, they do seem kind, aye? And so far, no’ one of them has tried to lift me skirts. And they do no’ drink and curse and carry on like the three eejits did.”
The “three eejits” she referred to were Helmert, Darvord and Clarence . ’Twas a living nightmare the three men had put them through, though Laurin suffered far more than Josephine had. Trusting anyone was not an easy feat for Laurin, and who could blame her after all the “three eejits ” had done to her over the past few years? Though it was comforting that she believed the MacAulay men were kind, Josephine knew it would be a very long time before Laurin put complete trust in any man.
“I agree,” Josephine told her. “They are a marked improvement over the eejits.”
Laurin giggled. “Pigs be an improvement over the eejits.”
― Suzan Tisdale, Isle of the Blessed

“Before she could utter another word, Albert’s voice boomed from the hallway. “I will kill him. If he has so much as hurt one hair on her head, I will kill him.”Albert stood with his hands on his hips, in full battle gear. Chain mail, helm, sword and dirks. The half helm did not cover his face entirely. And it could do nothing to mask his fury. Purple with rage, his eyes afire with barely controlled rage, he stood with his shoulders back and a fierce glare that warned he meant every word he spoke.
“Albert, I be so sorry,”she told him. “I do no’ken how he came to know about the sword or why he wants it.”
“Joie,”Albert said as he took one step forward. “I do no’give one bloody wit about the Gladius. Ye are me sister now and I would never do a thing to bring you any pain. But Laurin? I love her with all me heart.”
He needn’t say more. The pain, the anguish, blended with fury, were clearly evident.
“I will not ask you to show any of them any mercy,”she told him.“Laurin is the sister of my heart. Please,”she choked on her words. “Bring her home.”
― Suzan Tisdale, Isle of the Blessed

“Josephine placed the cloth back in the basin then filled a cup with cold water. Helping Laurin sit up to drink, she encouraged her to sip slowly.
“Sister of my heart, I cannot tell you how happy I am to see you awake and without the fever.”
Laurin smiled and thanked her. Falling back against her pillows, she asked, “The Gladius?”
“’ Tis safe with Graeme. And it will remain in his possession until we have a daughter of our own.”
Laurin envied her friend, but not with spite or malice. “I be so verra glad that ye have found true love,” she told her.
Josephine returned her smile, leaned in closely to whisper in her ear. “If you open your eyes and your heart , I believe you will discover you have found it as well.”
Confused, her brow knotted. “What do ye mean?”
Josephine pressed a tender kiss to her forehead. “Look about the room, my sister, and you will find I speak the truth.”
Laurin looked at Albert with a confounded expression.
Josephine whispered one last thought before quitting the room. “He never left your side.”
― Suzan Tisdale, Isle of the Blessed

“Celui qui te raconte qu'il existe symphonie plus grande que le soufle qui t'anime te ment.”
― Yasmina Khadra, L'attentat

“J'ai pensé que je devais garder ce gars-là près de moi pour toujours. Parce qu'il me faisait du bien, qu'il tenait la tristesse à distance de moi et que ça, c'était plus précieux que tout.”
― Marie-Christine Chartier, Le sommeil des loutres

“Quand on est sortis, il neigeait comme le soir de nos retrouvailles et mon cœur s’est tellement emballé que j’ai eu peur de devoir le retenir pour ne pas qu’il aille danser avec les flocons.”
― Maude Michaud, Pieds nus dans la gravelle

“Mais on ne peut pas compter sur un tel hasard et je ne blâme pas les gens sensibles qui reculent devant l'acquisition d'un chien en pensant à la douleur d'une séparation inévitable.
Et en fait, si, je les blâme. C'est une loi immuable de la vie humaine que toute joie se paie avec une douleur et, pour moi, l'homme qui renonce aux quelques plaisirs éthiquement irréprochables de l'existence par peur de la note qu'un jour ou l'autre le destin lui présentera, est un déserteur.”
― Konrad Lorenz, Man Meets Dog

“Même les grandes joies vous laissent un peu de regret, il y a un fond de manque dans tout ce qu'on vit.”
― Pierre Lemaitre, Au revoir là-haut

“La conscience apporte la joie,
non contaminée par une fête égoïste.
Entourée de compromis rituels,
la conscience apporte la liberté civilisée.”
― Abhijit Naskar, L'humain Impossible: Cent Sonnets pour Ma Famille Mondiale