She never quit taking care of people. That was the joy of her life.

She was just on cloud nine.

It's what she wanted and was looking forward to.

We don't want to be sad.

Some people mistake weakness for tact. If they are silent when they ought to speak and so feign an agreement they do not feel, they call it being tactful. Cowardice would be a much better name.

There is a need to discover that we are capable of solitary joy and having experienced it, know that we have touched the core of self.