Quote by Terry Pratchett

Joy is to fun what the deep sea is to a puddle. It's a feeling inside that can hardly be contained.


Joy is to fun what the deep sea is to a puddle. It's a feeli

Summary

This quote emphasizes the distinction between joy and fun, equating joy with depth and intensity while likening fun to something superficial and shallow. It suggests that joy is much more profound and powerful, residing within oneself and being almost impossible to confine or limit. While fun might be fleeting and surface-level, joy runs much deeper and carries a significant emotional and meaningful weight. This quote invites us to appreciate joy for the overwhelming and uncontainable sensation it brings into our lives.

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By Terry Pratchett
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