Quotes About Gratitude

Gracias por venir, Simón, pero no debes volver. Tienes que dejarme hacer lo que debo hacer.

All right, I thought, as one long-winded winner (And I'd like to thanks my parakeet and his veterinarian...) finally exited

She is more beautiful than I have words for. He lifted his eyes to Phury's. And last night I was blessed beyond measure to serve her. -Zsadist

She is more beautiful than I have words for. And last night, I was blessed beyond measure to serve her.

Life's meant to be lived blind—that's how you don't take shit for granted.

And then Tohr said softly, I'm lucky to have found love, I thank the Scribe Virgin every day that Wellsie is in my life. Wrath's Temper surged, set off by something he couldn't put his finger on. You're pathetic . Tohr hissed. And you've been dead for hundreds of years. You're just too mean to find a grave and lie down. Wrath threw the leather jacket on the floor. At least I'm not pussy whipped. Nice. F*cking. Suit.

Hey, as you leave, Qhuinn wanted to say, will you do me a favor? I think my left ventricle is on the floor, so don't step on it as you pull out? Thanks. Great.

Thank you for caring for my brother. He took his sunglasses off. And looked at her with total adoration.

After shoving his former clothes inside, Xcor found himself bowing at the waist. Your assistance has been much appreciated. Antoine raised his palm like he was getting ready to do a clap on the shoulder again. But once more, he caught himself and smiled instead. Knock her dead, my man. Oh, no. Xcor shook his head. That shan't be necessary. This one I like.

But then, gifts are like beauty, are they not. It is in the eye of the recipient that they find their seat, not in the hand of the giver.

Sometimes, you didn't get what you wanted. But if you had all you needed? Life was good.

he wanted to prostrate at newton's alter and weep with gratitude for the blessing that made all things fall to the goddamn ground

He stopped when he heard Wellsie's voice coming out of the study. … some kind of nightmare. I mean, Tohr, he was terrified… No, he fudged when I asked him what it was, and I didn't press. I think it's time he sees Havers. Yes… UAH-Hugh. He should meet Wrath first. Okay. I love you, myhellren . What? God, Tohr, I feel the same way. I don't know how we ever lived without him. He is such a blessing.

I still think that every time I see you, after I've spent some time away from you. Thank God … he's here. ~ Marissa to Butch

There was something about the people you grew up around, the ones you'd seen throughout your childhood, the folks you couldn't remember not knowing. Even if the past was a complicated mess, as you aged, you were just glad the sons of bitches were still on the planet. It gave you the illusion that life wasn't as fragile as it actually was--and on occasion, that was the only thing that got you through the night.

Her deep sigh was the best compliment he'd ever been paid.

Sometimes gratitude could be mistaken for love. Both were warm feelings that endured. But the former was about friendship…the latter was something else entirely.

I've said I was sorry," Qhuinn intoned. "But I don't think I've ever said thank you. So, yeah… thank you.

It was such a shame, John thought to himself, that it took death to make him appreciate the living so much.

She is more beautiful than I have words for." He lifted his eyes to Phury's. "And last night I was blessed beyond measure to serve her.

Emotions were never permanent. Except no, one of them was. Though hate and anger, happiness and gratitude, jealousy, optimism, paranoia, all of the others were subject to peaks and valleys… love was a constant. True love was immortal.

As Xcor got ready to leave the ranch just before midnight, he let his shellan check the fastenings on the bulletproof vest. She was very thorough, to the point where he had a feeling if she could have strapped herself to his chest, she would have. Capturing her hands, he kissed her fingertips one by one. "I am a lucky male, to be cared for thusly." Fates

Axe saved my life…." That was the last thing Rhage said before he went nighty-night. —

she said his name. Twice. And didn't it make him glad that even though he had no voice, his ears worked just fine.