I don't mean to be presumptuous that men don't feel this, I don't mean this, but I found that when my child was born, my first child, it felt like my heart broke.
I have been wandering to find him and my happiness is so great that it even weakens me like a wound. And this is the marvel of marvels, that he called me Beloved, me who am but as a dog.
Man, to make the Hall would be incredible. I'd cry for, like, five weeks straight.
The first time I walked into a library, I got so excited I almost wet my pants.
From tiny, tiny waves of joy, one gets to the ocean of happiness, which is called bliss.
My first fight was incredible; it was surreal. I almost forgot I had to fight, I was so overcome with emotion. It was just an amazing experience.
On my first visit to the public library, I was like a kid at a candy store where all the candy was free. I gorged myself until my tummy ached.
Over the meeting of the lovers I draw a veil. The burst of rapture with which they clasped each other in a wild embrace -- the many inquiries -- the fond regrets and thrilling hopes -- it is out of my power to convey. Let me, therefore, leave them to their happiness.
I cried, I was so overwhelmed to meet Michael Jackson.
I was crying for joy, my Sassenach,' he said softly. He reached out slowly and took my face between his hands. "And thanking God that I have two hands. That I have two hands to hold you with. To serve you with, to love you with. Thanking God that I am a whole man still, because of you.
I was Amazement--I was Desire--I was Ecstasy and Rapture and the slightest bit of Greed.
I am soooo excited, I am over-excited. I'm hysterical, I may have to slap my own face in a minute at this rate.
Her tiny hand gripped mine with a surprising warmth, and in a shocking wash of emotion, I felt everything I knew shift. The scent of cinnamon and baby powder hit me, and as my eyes widened, my heart melted, making room for her.
I turn around from the window and for the first time I see him... It is Richard, smiling at my surprise. I run to him, without thinking what I am doing. I run to the first friendly face that I have seen since Christmas, and in a moment I am in his arms and he is holding me tightly and kissing my face, my closed eyes, my smiling mouth, kissing me till I am breathless and have to pull away from him.
Heaven... I'm in heaven, and my heart beats so that I can hardly speak.
That is when the crowd really lifted me. That last 600 meters I was not running with my own legs. It was incredible.
When I first held my daughter, right after she was born, I felt like it was the moment I'd been waiting my whole life for, and it just felt even more miraculous than I ever could have imagined.
I think, in my life, there've been three times I've broken down into tears on a set because I was happy.
Honest to god, I'm so happy it's frightening! I'm just so chuffed - that's all I can say. (on playing for Liverpool again)
I want to love you wildly. I don’t want words, but inarticulate cries, meaningless, from the bottom of my most primitive being, that flow from my belly like honey. A piercing joy, that leaves me empty, conquered, silenced.
Just having my mom be healthy is, like, so overwhelming enough. Like, my heart's just full of gratitude.
Joy is to fun what the deep sea is to a puddle. It’s a feeling inside that can hardly be contained.
Only one thing bothered me: at this very moment, as they say, of inexplicable bliss there would be a sinking feeling at the pit of my stomach and my abdomen would be assailed by a melancholy, cold shivering. In the end I couldn't abide such happiness and ran away.
I have drunken deep of joy.
I've seen the ticket, and I still can't believe it. When I see the money, I hope I don't hit the floor.
