Painful Joy Quotes

Now no joy but lacks salt That is not dashed with pain And weariness and fault; I crave the stain Of tears, the aftermark Of almost too much love, The sweet of bitter bark And burning clove.

Joy lives concealed in grief.

How cruelly sweet are the echoes that start, When memory plays an old tune on the heart.

O memory, thou bitter sweet,--both a joy and a scourge!

It felt like everything was rising up in me, like I was drowning in this weirdly painful joy, but I couldn't say it back. I just looked at him and let him look at me until he nodded, lips pursed and turned away, placing the side of his head against the window.

But what if pleasure and pain should be so closely connected that he who wants the greatest possible amount of the one must also have the greatest possible amount of the other, that he who wants to experience the "heavenly high jubilation," must also be ready to be "sorrowful unto death"?

Writing is a delicious agony.

Isn't joyful or painful this pain in which I rejoice

Tragedy delights by affording a shadow of the pleasure which exists in pain.

This is one moment, / But know that another / Shall pierce you with a sudden painful joy.

And it hurts her, but it's an okay hurt, but it hurts still, but it's good, but it hurts.

Because my mouth Is wide with laughter And my throat Is deep with song, You do not think I suffer after I have held my pain So long? Because my mouth Is wide with laughter You do not hear My inner cry? Because my feet Are gay with dancing You do not know I die?

There is that awful moment when you realize that you're falling in love. That should be the most joyful moment, and actually it's not. It's always a moment that's full of fear because you know, as night follows day, the joy is going to rapidly be followed by some pain or other. All the angst of a relationship.

The pleasure that is in sorrow is sweeter than the pleasure of pleasure itself.

The weeping of an heir is laughter in disguise.

Love breaks my bones and I laugh

It cuts like a knife, but it feels so right.

In my joy I thrust my hand into the live embers, but quickly drew it out with a cry of pain. How strange, I thought that the same cause should produce such opposite effects.

Spangling the wave with lights as vain As pleasures in the vale of pain, That dazzle as they fade.

a joy that hurts with sadness a sadness that is pleasurable a pleasure full of terror a terror that excites an excitement that calms a calmness that frightens.

There's no greater feeling than people coming up to me and going, "Man, my father was dying, and we went to see Rush Hour, and it was the greatest night we had in years together. We sat in that theater and we laughed for two hours without stopping. That was just a great memory that I had before my father died."