Collective Joy Quotes

I love the energy, and I just love watching people lose their minds and be happy and exhilarated. There is nothing like it.

Pain shared is pain lessened; joy shared is joy increased. Thus do we refute entropy.

You feel like you're really a part of a movement when you're singing Journey at a karaoke bar.

Live interaction with a crowd is a cathartic, spiritual kind of exchange, and it's intensified at a festival.

The joy that isn't shared dies young.

Happiness is not perfected until it is shared.

Being happy is a revolutionary act; I think it spreads, like ripples in a pond.

The day of individual happiness has passed.

The whispers of shared ecstasy are choral.

Music brings unity.

When we watch dance, the artists and the audience are part of a momentary collective experience that will never happen again.

Laughter is, after speech, the chief thing that holds society together.

Suffering, if it is accepted together, borne together, is joy.

People don't do the Macarena together. Or if they do, they do it to get closer, to get together. It's the same thing with the Electric Slide.

Give thanks and praise to the Lord and I will feel all right; Let's get together and feel all right. Give thanks and praise to the Lord and I will feel all right; Let's get together and feel all right.

Dancing is such a community feeling.

When large numbers of people share their joy in common, the happiness of each is greater because each adds fuel to the other's flame.

And of course there is always joy in witnessing the joy of others

A lot of the time it feels like… music is some sort of excuse to be a human. It’s kind of like people need that excuse to go and put their arms in the air and sing their hearts out.

The sweetest happiness is one that we share .

If everybody became a poet the world would be much better. We would all read to each other.

Everyone contributes a word, a sentence, an image, but in the end it all makes sense: the happiness of one becomes the joy of all.

If everyone started off the day singing, just think how happy they'd be.

I want peace. Happiness. Not only for myself. For everybody.

A crippled child Said, "How shall I dance?" Let your heart dance We said. Then the invalid said: "How shall I sing?" Let your heart sing We said Then spoke the poor dead thistle, "But I, how shall I dance?" Let your heart fly to the wind We said. Then God spoke from above "How shall I descend from the blue?" Come dance for us here in the light We said. All the valley is dancing Together under the sun, And the heart of him who joins us not Is turned to dust, to dust.