Quotes About Gratitude

No, Father. I lack for nothing. I have my meal cakes and my ale. I have my shadows and my colors. And there is the smell of time passing. I need nothing more.

Ashamed apologies and a gentle thank you. I do not digress.

Boo was our neighbor. He gave us two soap dolls, a broken watch and chain, a pair of good-luck pennies, and our lives.

If you did not want much, there was plenty

Older Scout: [narrating] Neighbors bring food with death, and flowers with sickness, and little things in between. Boo was our neighbor. He gave us two soap dolls, a broken watch and chain, a knife, and our lives.

Well, it'd be sort of like shootin' a mockingbird, wouldn't it?" Atticus put his face in my hair and rubbed it. When he got up and walked across the porch into the shadows, his youthful step had returned. Before he went inside the house, he stopped in front of Boo Radley. "Thank you for my children, Arthur," he said.

Kad neko umre susedi donose hranu, cve?e kad se neko razboli, a izme?u toga malo šta. Bu je bio naš sused. Poklonio nam je dve lutkice od sapuna, pokvareni sat na lancu, dve parice koje donose sre?u, i naše živote. Ali susedi vra?aju uzdarjima. Mi u drvo nikada nismo vratili ono što smo izvadili iz njega; mi njemu nismo dali ništa, i ja se rastužih zbog toga.

Neighbors bring food with death and flowers with sickness and little things in between. Boo was our neighbor. He gave us two soap dolls, a broken watch and chain, a pair of good-luck pennies, and our lives. But neighbors give in return. We never put back into the tree what we took out of it: we had given him nothing, and it made me sad. I

If you did not want so much, there was plenty.

We couldn't operate a single day without Cal, have you ever thought of that? You think about how much Cal does for you, and you mind her, you hear?

People in their right minds never take pride in their talents,' said Miss Maudie.

Mr. Fred shook hands with her, said he was glad to see her, drew out a wet Coke from the machine, wiped it on his apron, and gave it to her. This is one good thing about life that never changes, she thought. As long as he lived, as long as she returned, Mr. Fred would be here with his...simple welcome. What was that? Alice? Brer Rabbit? It was Mole. Mole, when he returned from some long journey, desperately tired, had found the familiar waiting for him with its simple welcome.

She loved everything that grew on God's earth, even weeds.

If you didn`t want much, there was plenty.

You may be sorry, but I'm proud of you." She looked up and saw her father beaming at her. "What?" "I said I'm proud of you.

Why did you take so much trouble with me today? I know how you hate to move out of that house." "Because you're my child. You and Jem were the children I never had. You two gave me something long ago, and I'm trying to pay my debts. You two helped me a—" "How, sir?

Pain is] a mere disguise of blessings otherwise unattainable

I looked at my hands to see if I was the same person now I was free. There was such glory over everything. The sun came up like gold through the trees and I felt like I was in heaven.

Being with her I feel a pain, like a frozen knife stuck in my chest. An awful pain, but the funny thing is I'm thankful for it. It's like that frozen pain and my very existence are one. The pain is an anchor, mooring me here.

It's because of you when I'm in bed in the morning that I can wind my spring and tell myself I have to live another good day.

But if you knew you might not be able to see it again tomorrow, everything would suddenly become special and precious, wouldn't it?

This place is too calm, too natural--too complete. I don't deserve it. At least not yet.

You make do with what you have. As you age you learn even to be happy with what you have.

It's because of you when I'm in bed in the morning that I can wind my spring and tell myself I have to live another good day.