Overjoyed is a feeling I have never felt. As a pessimist, every feeling of “joy” is tampered down with a sense of foreboding. Feeling over-joyed would mean reconstructing my schematic interpretation of reality.
When she opened her birthday present she was overjoyed to find that it was the doll she had seen in the shop when out with her grandma. She was so very happy.
As I climbed the crest of the hill I was overjoyed to see the ocean finally. The clear blue water shimmered in the sun, and the seagulls were soaring in the currents of the breeze.
we couldn’t believe our luck. we never had expected to see them again, but when the jungle at the perimeter of our camp pulled back and they stepped through, bedraggled, wan and thirsty…
“Again? How many times have I told you to go away?” I slammed the door in his face and when I peered out of the curtains, he was gone, but not just him: his crew, his van and everything else had just disappeared. Finally.
It is a very rare moment to be overjoyed. I honestly hardly remember the last time I had that emotion. A memory that was blown away by the depressive times.
It is a very rare moment to be overjoyed. I honestly hardly remember the last time I had that emotion. A memory that was blown away by the depressive times.
The music is the only thing that can make me feel this way – overjoyed. I said goodbye to everything in this world that could make me feel like that. Maybe it’s because music will never disappoint me.
I am always overjoyed in your presence. When I say in your presence I mean on e-mail, text, the phone, facebook, Skype. So many ways to be in your presence without being in your presence. Overjoyed over you.
Overjoyed, overly satisfied over-the-moon, word that flow from my heart when I ponder my zealous saviour. He who plunged darkness to find me, when other would be found over whelmed, he was overjoyed to consider my hear won.
I felt overjoyed when I saw that little piece of wood coming to light. My hands digged deeper into the sand and although it was a matter of seconds, it felt I was digging for an eternity until I could pull out the heavy treasure chest from its dark hideout. A long journey finally came to an end, at least that’s what I thought. I would be rich, I would have power, I could be everything I wanted to be. Then I realised I was already rich, I was already powerful and I was already the person I wanted to be. Otherwise I wouldn’t be here. I looked at the treasure chest, dragged it back into the hole and started to fill it with sand. Then I left and never looked back. I was already on my new journey.
She was overjoyed that moment the beautiful girl glanced at her with deep loving eyes. Squeezing her hand as if it were a balloon that she never wanted to float away into nothingness. We both hoped that the moment we felt with in our bones wasn’t lost into the nothingness that is the sky.
Biriyani day!
How could one possibly not be happy? I think the greatest combination of things is that you’re single, you’re reading something nice, it’s Sunday, Monday isn’t threatening you, you’re given Biriyani and you will overdose on Bollywood at night.
Yay!
Everytime I think of the declaration of independence, the phrase “pursuit of happiness” seems to stand out and dangle and dance in front of me, as if teasing at the inability to achieve happiness and alluding to my life of pursuing it.
I sat there, overjoyed as she stood across from me in the hallway. She was bedraggled, covered in a combination of her own sweat and the sweat of the grinding bodies at the party she had just left. But the important part was that she was here, before me, looking shy and self-conscious in her hand-me-down dress.
She saw my face the instant she turned the corner. She lit up brighter than she had been in days. At least I assume she had. I haven’t seen my sister in over 6 months, but we kept contact online the best we could. She’s been going through such a tough patch, but to see her smile like that lets me know that this was at least something she could feel fond of.
i went to see you yesterday and my mind was
flooded with images.
overwhelmed with what you stood for i
opened my mind to knew things and found
you
there waiting for me
Overjoyed. I hadn’t really known a word existed until now. But I’ve known the feeling; mostly when you smiled at me or when I laughed too hard at your terrible jokes. Yes, I’ve been overjoyed.
She sipped long overdue coffee, the edge of her chair digging into her scantly padded behind, wondering whether it was the overdue coffee’s fault for seeping into her workload.
The cheers of overjoyed children beneath her window did nothing to stop the decay of time.
Seeing him…I was speechless. He looked the same as he always had, just a bigger version of the little kid I’d once known. I suppose I should have been overjoyed to see him, but in reality I was a little dismayed. He was an attention seeker, and everyone knew we’d once been friends.
I cannot remember the last time anything made me feel overjoyed. That’s not true, I remember every time I have ever felt overjoyed. Incidentally each is shrouded in the inevitable disappointment that follows. There is no worse feeling than realizing just how badly you have misjudged a situation.
you laugh and rain pours
the trees sway hello
Overjoyed is a feeling I have never felt. As a pessimist, every feeling of “joy” is tampered down with a sense of foreboding. Feeling over-joyed would mean reconstructing my schematic interpretation of reality.
When she opened her birthday present she was overjoyed to find that it was the doll she had seen in the shop when out with her grandma. She was so very happy.
over joyed a feeling you associate with happiness usually after you have acheived something which you never expected you could but finally could.
As I climbed the crest of the hill I was overjoyed to see the ocean finally. The clear blue water shimmered in the sun, and the seagulls were soaring in the currents of the breeze.
we couldn’t believe our luck. we never had expected to see them again, but when the jungle at the perimeter of our camp pulled back and they stepped through, bedraggled, wan and thirsty…
“Again? How many times have I told you to go away?” I slammed the door in his face and when I peered out of the curtains, he was gone, but not just him: his crew, his van and everything else had just disappeared. Finally.
It is a very rare moment to be overjoyed. I honestly hardly remember the last time I had that emotion. A memory that was blown away by the depressive times.
It is a very rare moment to be overjoyed. I honestly hardly remember the last time I had that emotion. A memory that was blown away by the depressive times.
So happy that it reduced him sadness all over again.
The music is the only thing that can make me feel this way – overjoyed. I said goodbye to everything in this world that could make me feel like that. Maybe it’s because music will never disappoint me.
I am always overjoyed in your presence. When I say in your presence I mean on e-mail, text, the phone, facebook, Skype. So many ways to be in your presence without being in your presence. Overjoyed over you.
Overjoyed, overly satisfied over-the-moon, word that flow from my heart when I ponder my zealous saviour. He who plunged darkness to find me, when other would be found over whelmed, he was overjoyed to consider my hear won.
I felt overjoyed when I saw that little piece of wood coming to light. My hands digged deeper into the sand and although it was a matter of seconds, it felt I was digging for an eternity until I could pull out the heavy treasure chest from its dark hideout. A long journey finally came to an end, at least that’s what I thought. I would be rich, I would have power, I could be everything I wanted to be. Then I realised I was already rich, I was already powerful and I was already the person I wanted to be. Otherwise I wouldn’t be here. I looked at the treasure chest, dragged it back into the hole and started to fill it with sand. Then I left and never looked back. I was already on my new journey.
She was overjoyed that moment the beautiful girl glanced at her with deep loving eyes. Squeezing her hand as if it were a balloon that she never wanted to float away into nothingness. We both hoped that the moment we felt with in our bones wasn’t lost into the nothingness that is the sky.
Biriyani day!
How could one possibly not be happy? I think the greatest combination of things is that you’re single, you’re reading something nice, it’s Sunday, Monday isn’t threatening you, you’re given Biriyani and you will overdose on Bollywood at night.
Yay!
Everytime I think of the declaration of independence, the phrase “pursuit of happiness” seems to stand out and dangle and dance in front of me, as if teasing at the inability to achieve happiness and alluding to my life of pursuing it.
I don’t think I have ever experienced that feeling before! Oh ,when I gave birth to my children.
I sat there, overjoyed as she stood across from me in the hallway. She was bedraggled, covered in a combination of her own sweat and the sweat of the grinding bodies at the party she had just left. But the important part was that she was here, before me, looking shy and self-conscious in her hand-me-down dress.
She saw my face the instant she turned the corner. She lit up brighter than she had been in days. At least I assume she had. I haven’t seen my sister in over 6 months, but we kept contact online the best we could. She’s been going through such a tough patch, but to see her smile like that lets me know that this was at least something she could feel fond of.
i went to see you yesterday and my mind was
flooded with images.
overwhelmed with what you stood for i
opened my mind to knew things and found
you
there waiting for me
Overjoyed. I hadn’t really known a word existed until now. But I’ve known the feeling; mostly when you smiled at me or when I laughed too hard at your terrible jokes. Yes, I’ve been overjoyed.
She sipped long overdue coffee, the edge of her chair digging into her scantly padded behind, wondering whether it was the overdue coffee’s fault for seeping into her workload.
The cheers of overjoyed children beneath her window did nothing to stop the decay of time.
Seeing him…I was speechless. He looked the same as he always had, just a bigger version of the little kid I’d once known. I suppose I should have been overjoyed to see him, but in reality I was a little dismayed. He was an attention seeker, and everyone knew we’d once been friends.
I cannot remember the last time anything made me feel overjoyed. That’s not true, I remember every time I have ever felt overjoyed. Incidentally each is shrouded in the inevitable disappointment that follows. There is no worse feeling than realizing just how badly you have misjudged a situation.