The joy on his face turned sickly and died.

All the joy that had shimmered in her heart throughout the day turned to ashes, cold and gray.

That joy turned sour when she was also diagnosed with Leukemia.

But in a few minutes their joy turned to misery.

But for many East Germans, this joy quickly turned to dismay.

Her joy soon turns to sorrow, however, when the doctors decide that Theresa cannot carry both babies to term.

The joy this brings soon turns to torment and violence.

But as she came to him, her joy turned to horror.

Sooner or later, the joy of reunion may turn to resentment.

Perhaps the joy of coming back to the old spot has slightly turned my brain, I've found my lost girlhood here.