Quotes About Gratitude

To complain now would be kind of sad. I like the way things are going.

I'm really, really lucky. I was given my dad's good genes.

Kevin refilled my plastic cup with more box wine. I smiled thanks. Kevin smiled welcome. Jake kicked my ankle.

How many people were content with their lives? How many people were happy—happy in the moment and not in retrospect?

I would take today's joy, and tomorrow's. I would take it with both hands, anywhere it came.

If only there was enough space on this tiny card to evoke my unfettered joie de vivre for what you have done. The gaiety, the mirth, the heavenly bubbling of every effusive cell that sings inside me for your kind and pithy offering.

It happened all the time. Maybe someone had a legitimate gripe that deserved airing. Maybe someone had a compliment that shouldn't go unspoken. No one said a thing. So long and stay in touch, that's usually all we said. Take care of yourself, good luck. We said nothing about affection, appreciation, admiration.

We had visceral, rich memories of dull, interminable hours. Then a day would pass in perfect harmony with our projects, our family members, and our coworkers, and we couldn't believe we were getting paid for this.

He stood just inside the door and took stock. Everything in it had been taken for granted. How had that happened again? He had promised himself not to take anything for granted and now he couldn't recall the moment that promise had given way to the everyday. It was not likely one single moment.

It is by miracles we have lived to see this day, — any of us standing here.

Lincoln told a story of an Irish sailor who had been overtaken at sea by a heavy storm. The sailor thought he ought to pray, but didn't know how. So he fell to his knees and said, "Oh Lord! You know as well as meself that it's seldom I bodder ye, but if ye will only hear me and save me this time, bedad it will be a long time before I bodder ye again.

Note the word "insight." In many cases, insight is precisely what depressed people lack: they fail to see the clearly good things about their lives. But the same forces that hold comfort at bay can lead, in the right circumstances, to valuable perspectives on the world.

Do not worry yourself so much. Take joy in things that are joyful, there is no harm in that.

Just for today, I will not be angry. Just for today, I will not worry. Just for today, I will count my many blessings. Just for today, I will do my work honestly, and just for today, I will be kind to every living creature.

Very occasionally, if you pay really close attention, life doesn't suck.

Life is too short to waste time on negative people and situations. Surround yourself with positivity and gratitude.

Maybe, she thought, grown-up life was not so much finding your perfect place in the world, but aching for all the faraway places and people you loved—and learning to look at right where you are now, as Rema would say, through a long eyepiece of grateful.

I will forever be thankful to the Malawians and international community, and my professional army and army general, who said: 'No, we will follow the constitution.' That's why I'm here.

I look upon life as a gift from God. I did nothing to earn it. Now that the time is coming to give it back, I have no right to complain.

But she went and fetched some marigolds from her own little garden, and put them in a vase on the chest of drawers, for she knew there was lots of room for love, even if there was not much for great-aunties.

Every night, as we sat down together at the table, I still took Jim's hand and closed my eyes before we lifted our forks, our silent prayer." "There was no need to ask what we prayed for, though I would add three words to the end of it." "Remember this moment.

I'm a lucky man," he said, so softly now we had to bend in close to hear. "I have been known.

Our joy does not have to be based on our circumstances.

Complain and remain. Praise and be raised.