Quotes About Gratitude

sometimes when everything seems at its worst when all conspires and gnaws and the hours, days, weeks years seem wasted-- stretched there upon my bed in the dark looking upward at the ceiling I get what many will consider an obnoxious thought: it's still nice to be Bukowski. -- Well, That's Just the Way it Is

Cautiously, I allowed myself to feel good at times. I found moments of peace in…rooms just staring at the knobs of some dresser or listening to the rain in the dark. The less I needed the better I felt.

We've each given the hours of our lives in dull rote jobs for other men's profit, and have been asked to be grateful for doing that.

I thought of all my rotten jobs and how glad I was to have them. for a while. then it was a matter of quitting or getting fired. both felt good.

it is usually mid-afternoon and quiet, and getting dressed we talk about what else there might be to do, but being together solves most of it for as long as those things stay solved in the history of women and man, it's different for each- for me, it's splendid enough to remember past the memories of pain and defeat and unhappiness: when you take it away do it slowly and easily make it as if I were dying in my sleep instead of in my life, amen.

cuando estaba en buena forma espiritual, después de comer lavaba el plato inmediatamente.

How in the hell could a man enjoy being awakened at 6:30 a.m. by an alarm clock, leap out of bed, dress, force-feed, shit, piss, brush teeth and hair, and fight traffic to get to a place where essentially you made lots of money for somebody else and were asked to be grateful for the opportunity to do so?

we each at times should remember the most elevated and lucky moment of our lives.

Food is good for the nerves and the spirit.

Well," I said to Sara, "it ain't been a bad year. Nobody murdered me." "And you're still able to drink every night and get up at noon every day." "If I can just hold out another year.

I don't deserve what you have and I want to keep it that way.

My ideal life is a quiet one. I like to read, to sit still in the same chair, with the lampshade at a certain angle, alone, or with Meagan nearby, and now and then, if I'm lucky, I'll come across a lovely phrase or fine sentiment, look up from my book, and feel the harmony of some notion, the justice of it, and know that everything is there. That's life to me, those privately discovered moments.

Father of mine, I abandon myself to you, make of me that which is pleasing to you. Whatever you might do to me, I thank you.

Bless what you receive; bless what you send out. God's plenteous substance moves in and through our mind constantly like a light shining in the darkness, but we do not comprehend it.

Surely it is a sin to reject the few gifts we are given. Be happy in the flash of time granted to us or hurt forever.

After she had licked the last white drop of the ice cream, she reached out her cone to Mrs. McKennet and said, "Here's your little horn back.

He floated along thinking he would like to love the world as it was, and he felt a great deal of accomplishment for the occasions when he did, since the other was so easy.

She'd said one night, I don't think about the past much. I try to take each day as it presents itself and let sleep put it away before the next sunrise.

See now, God made all these things; and never a man, perhaps, set eyes on them till fifty years agone; and yet they were as pretty as they are now, ever since the making of the world. And why do you think God could have put them here, then, but to please Himself—and Amyas took off his hat—with the sight of them? Now, I say, brother Frank, what's good enough to please God, is good enough to please you and me.

That Enough Is As Good As a Feast' ...The inventor of [this saying] did not believe it himself....Goodly legs and shoulders of mutton, exhilarating cordials, books, pictures, the opportunities of seeing foreign countries, independence, heart's ease, a man's own time to himself, are not muck — however we may be pleased to scandalise with that appellation the faithful metal that provides them for us.

You take the bad with the good, Rise up through it. Live in the mist of it. It's the bad that lets you know ho good the good really is. Don't let the bad leave you thinking like there ain't any good. There is, and lots of it, too.

A hardship mentality can make us narrow and defensive. A success and prosperity mentality can make us selfish. An attitude of thankfulness to God, for what He gives us, can make us truly generous.

Lord, help me to see that what I have has been given and this makes a claim on me to be generous and not to hold things simply to myself. Amen.

The offering had been meager, the miracle dramatic, and the provision abundant, but the lesson was not yet complete.