Most of the time I don't have much fun. The rest of the time I don't have any fun at all.
I didn't really enjoy modeling in Bombay. I floated through it in the hopes that I would get my ticket to the next big thing. There was no real joy that I got out of it, to be really honest.
Sometimes I feel like I'm lacking a playfulness. I envy guys who are consistently able to maintain a playful, optimistic perspective on things.
It doesn't fill me with joy, being the gun guy.
Hell is the opposite of joy. It is unfulfillment. It is knowing Who and What You Are, and failing to experience that. It is being less.
I've never cackled with laughter at a single line I've ever written. None of it has given me pleasure.
I was a fat child and loved cake, perhaps because it was the only sweet thing in my life.
Jealousy means ego, jealousy means unconsciousness. Jealousy means that you have not known even a moment of joy and bliss; you are living in misery. Jealousy is a by-product of misery, ego, unconsciousness.
I was a very serious child who never got to enjoy life to the fullest like a normal, healthy kid.
School used to be an escape. Now it's just another place with too much pressure, too much confrontation, & so not enough joy.
Families where there is not much laughter I think are signs of some sort of dysfunctionality or sickness.
We must love stupid people better than ourselves; are they not the really unfortunate ones of this world? Do not people without taste and without ideal grow constantly weary, rejoicing in nothing, and being quite useless here below?
My childhood, I would say, was a bit sad.
I never had any childhood, for the word means sunshine and freedom from care. I had a starved and pinched little childhood, as far as love and merriment go.
I was on this path to becoming a computer-science guy, but I didn't like it. I got no joy from it. It was very, very scary. It was suffocating to think that I was just going to do this thing for the rest of my life.
What is light, if Sylvia be not seen? What is joy if Sylvia be not by?
Not joy is the mother of dissipation, but joylessness.
We have mistaken the nature of poverty, and thought it was economic poverty. No, it is poverty of soul, deprivation of God's recreating, loving peace.
It would be mockery to call such dreariness heaven at all.
The secular world looks to the church and to its chagrin, finds no love, no life, no laughter, no hope and no happiness.
It seemed pathetic and terrible to me and it still does, that men and women work eight hours a day at jobs that bring them no joy, no reward save a few dollars.
