Quotes About Gratitude

you should never take anything for granted.

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I may be dying, but I am surrounded by loving, caring souls. How many people can say that?

Bila kita diberi waktu tak terbatas, tidak ada lagi yang istimewa. Tanpa kehilangan atau pengorbanan, kita tidak bisa menghargai apa yang kita punya

I asked Morrie if he felt sorry for himself. Sometimes, in the mornings, he said. That's when I mourn. I feel around my body, I move my fingers and my hands - whatever I can still move - and I mourn what I've lost. I mourn the slow, insidious way in which I'm dying. But then I stop mourning.

I give myself a good cry if I need it. But then I concentrate on all the good things still in my life. On the people who are coming to see me. On the stories I'm going to hear. On you - if it's Tuesday. Because we're Tuesday people.

Life is a series of pulls back and forth. You want to do one thing, but you are bound to do something else. Somethings hurts you, yet you know it shouldn't. You take certain things for granted, even when you know you should never take anything for granted. A tension of opposites, like a pull on a rubber band. And most of us live somewhere in the middle. Which side wins? Love wins. Love always wins.

Do the kind of things that come from the heart When you do, you won't be dissatisfied, you won't be envious, you won't be longing for somebody else's things. On the contrary, you'll be overwhelmed with what comes back.

Do the kinds of things that come from the heart. When you do, you won't be dissatisfied, you won't be envious, you won't be longing for somebody else's things. On the contrary, you'll be overwhelmed with what comes back.

Life is a series of pulls back and forth. You want to do one thing, but you are bound to do something else. Something hurts you, yet you know it shouldn't. You take certain things for granted, even when you know you should never take anything for granted.

He was never haunted by "Why am I here?" He knew why he was here, he said: to give to others, to celebrate God, and to enjoy and honor the world he was put in. His morning prayers began with "Thank you, Lord, for returning my soul to me.

And on a cold Sunday afternoon, he was joined in his home by a small group of friends and family for a 'living funeral'. Each of them spoke and paid tribute.. Some cried. Some laughed. One woman read a poem: 'My dear and loving cousin.. Your ageless heart as you move through time, layer on layer, tender sequoia..' .. And all the heartfelt things we never get to say to those we love, Morrie said that day.

What if you had one day perfectly healthy, I asked? What would you do? "Twenty-four hours?" Twenty-four hours.

Do the kinds of things that come from the heart. When you do, you won't be dissatisfied, you won't be envious, you won't be longing for somebody else's things. On the contrary, you'll be overwhelmed with what comes back.

The loving relationships we have, the universe around us, we take these things for granted.

He loved to smile. He avoided anger. He was never haunted by Why am I here? He knew why he was here, he said: to give to others, to celebrate God, and to enjoy and honour the world he was put in. His morning prayers began with Thank you, Lord, for returning my soul to me. When you start that way, the rest of the day is a bonus.

So, have we solved the secret of happiness? I believe so, he said. Are you going to tell me? Yes. Ready? Ready. Be satisfied. That's it? Be grateful. That's it? For what you have. For the love you receive. And for what God has given you. That's it? He looked me in the eye. Then he sighed deeply. That's it.

That kind of love—the kind you realize you already have by the life you've created together—that's the kind that lasts.

Do you understand now? he asked. With endless time, nothing is special. With no loss or sacrifice, we can't appreciate what we have.

Those moments are a gift.

la pérdida le había enseñado algo muy importante: aferrarse a lo material 'solo sirve para ser un desgraciado'.

With endless time, nothing is special. With no loss or sacrifice, we can't appreciate what we have.

When someone passes, people always ask, why did God take them? A better question would be why did God give them to us? What did we do to deserve their love, their joy, the sweet moments we shared? Those moments are a gift.

You marked the minutes," the old man said. "But did you use them wisely? To be still? To cherish? To be grateful? To lift and be lifted?