Roy Haynes Quotes

They say it's better to bury your sadness in a graveyard or garden that waits for the spring to wake from its sleep and burst into green.

You know, I think we Indians are afraid to show and celebrate our happiness, lest things change around. But I feel that it's okay to be sad and okay to show when you are happy.

Spring is when life's alive in everything.

There was a moth in there, and it still had its wings crumpled up, and it was just starting to pump its wings up. Life continues in lots of places, and life is a magical thing.

The month of May was come, when every lusty heart beginneth to blossom, and to bring forth fruit.

I seldom think about my limitations, and they never make me sad. Perhaps there is just a touch of yearning at times; but it is vague, like a breeze among flowers.

It's hard to watch your life unfold, and sad. Life changes.

I do believe that if you haven't learnt about sadness, you cannot appreciate happiness.

I love life. There's so much to learn and see all the time, and nothing nicer for me than to wake up, and the sky is blue.

Live by this credo: have a little laugh at life and look around you for happiness instead of sadness. Laughter has always brought me out of unhappy situations.

Better by far you should forget and smile that you should remember and be sad.

Let every dawn be to you as the beginning of life, and every setting sun be to you as its close.

No one is drawn to writing about being happy or feelings of joy.

When sparrows build and the leaves break forth, My old sorrow wakes and cries.

I was at a New Year's Eve party, and someone asked me how was my year, and I said, 'I honestly think 2011 was the best year of my entire life,' and I actually meant it.

The most wasted day of all is that on which we have not laughed.

Everything born has to die, in order to make room for the future.

By nature, I'm a very positive person, and because I'm happy in myself, and in my life, and I've got a great husband, and beautiful children, and I have a job that I love that calls for a certain amount of emotional expression, I get to realise a lot of my dreams and aspirations.

The children with the streamlets sing, When April stops at last her weeping; And every happy growing thing Laughs like a babe just roused from sleeping.

Laugh, and the world laughs with you: Weep, and you weep alone. For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth, But has trouble enough of its own.