Quotes About Gratitude

you will know that you are part of the one great magic that binds us all together. Our strength comes from that magic, from the earth and the sky, from the fire and the water. Fly high, swim deep, give back to the earth what she gives you....

Saved my life, Grim said. You saved mine. Good team, then.

cherish what you have, for in an instant it can be gone. And when it's gone, let the memory not be a weight that drags you down, but a bright light leading you forward.

A loyal servant is a fine thing. We forget, sometimes, how much they do for us.

I give thanks for this good earth beneath my feet," I murmured. "I give thanks for the sun that warms it and brings forth the new shoots. I give thanks for the rain that nourishes great oak and creeping moss, filling the flowing river and the tranquil pond. I give thanks for the clear air I breathe. I give thanks for the gift of life.

she basked gratefully in the warmth of her husband's love

mosquito-netted open windows was an enormous privilege. 'You must not think you are superior to them,' he would say. 'You are just

She sighed. "Go on, say it. I shouldn't have come." "You shouldn't have come." He looked sideways at her and gave her a fleeting grin. "But I'm glad you did.

In the eleventh century, a Jerusalem rabbi still recalled with gratitude the mercy God had shown his people when he allowed the "Kingdom of Ishmael" to conquer Palestine.

One of the many great sources of happiness is to get a glimpse, here and there, of a new aspect of the incredible world we live in and of our incredible role in it."17

Once you've spent a winter buried in the Alpine snow foraging for food, it's hard to complain over heat.

Did you know that when you save someone's life, it makes you their hero? Did you know that, even if that person is mad at your for saving their life, another person who may have been watching or who may have heard about it could be affected by what you did for that other person, and you could be a hero to them, too?

Sometimes the little things are the big things.

The bed was lumpy, the fire smoked so badly I was forced to extinguish it or die, then I froze to death the rest f the night because the blanket was so thin. That's a shame. It was right comfortable in the tack room. I've a cot and a neat little pot-bellied stove. Dougal sent a thoughful look at the barn. Can you put up another cot?

Life is made up of moments, good and bad. But while you don't get to pick all the moments, you do get to pick which ones you cling to.

It's sad, but life is not fair. I sometimes think it was never supposed to be. Life is made up of moments, good and bad. But while you don't get to pick all the moments, you do get to pick which ones you cling to.

There are moments when history and memory seem like a mist, as if what really happened matters less than what should have happened. The mist lifts and suddenly there we are, my good parents and their good children, their grateful children who phone for no reason but to talk, say their good-nights with a kiss, and look forward to home on the holidays. I see how, in a family like mine, love doesn't have to be earned and it can't be lost.

The sunset you see is always better than the one you don't. More stars are always better than less.

I'd learned long ago not to hanker after what I didn't have but to appreciate what I did have

Sometimes the most worthwhile things are right in front of our eyes. We just make them hard because we think that gives them more value.

the reason the middle class had it so good was because they expected things to be better. They wouldn't settle for less than they were worth. They'd just get into their shiny cars and go where they were appreciated. Poor people, on the other hand, were used to just taking what was given to them and being grateful for it.

You are the reason I am alive. I would've never made it without you. Do you understand me? You are my heart. You are every ounce of blood in my body.

John had learned a long time ago that the reason the middle class had it so good was because they expected things to be better. They wouldn't settle for less than they were worth. They'd just get into their shiny cars and go where they were appreciated. Poor people, on the other hand, were used to just taking what was given to them and being grateful for it.

Creation is grace: a statement at which we should like best to pause in reverence, fear and gratitude. God does not grudge the existence of the reality distinct from Himself; He does not grudge it its own reality, nature and freedom.