“And when Paul dove to embrace me, the look on his face was one of absolute, perfect joy—the kind of joy that can't be reproached, stolen, or marred—the kind that only the innocent or the ignorant are capable of experiencing.”
“There are many kinds of joy, but they all lead to one: the joy to be loved.”
“Right now we are here, and nothing can mar our perfection, or steal the joy of this perfect moment.”
“Some people like to bitch, Rose said. Bitching is OK. But for me, I choose a kind of joy -- a lucid compulsion -- a polemical kind of fuck-you-motherfucker joy.”
“When its true, when it's right, love can give you the kind of joy that you can't get from any other experience.”
“He feeds upon her face by day and night,And she with true kind eyes looks back on him,Fair as the moon and joyful as the light:Not wan with waiting, not with sorrow dim;Not as she is, but was when hope shone bright;Not as she is, but as she fills his dream.”