Quotes About Gratitude

We don't say "I love you" or "thank you" to our parents because it would feel contrived to say those words to ourselves. Our parents and we are one and the same.

You don't have to have been near death to know . . . what living is all about–but maybe it helps.

Gratitude is the praise we offer God: for teachers kind, benefactors never to be forgotten, for all who have advantaged me, by writings, sermons, converse, prayers, examples, for all these and all others which I know, which I know not, open, hidden, remembered, and forgotten.

Wise or unwise, who doubts for a moment that contentment is the cause of happiness? Yet the inverse is true: we are contented because we are happy, and not happy because we are contented. Well-regulated minds may be satisfied with a small portion of happiness; none can be happy with a small portion of content.

And maybe you should stop pitying yourself," he said. "Most people are lucky to have even one great love in their life. You have found two.

Every time I think I'm missing a piece of me, you give it back.

Most people are lucky to have even one great love in their life. You have found two.

One does no question miracles, or complain that they are no constructed perfectly to one's liking.

Unhappy? I was lucky. So, so lucky. And I couldn't see it." His eyes met hers. "I love you," he said. "And you make me happier than I ever thought I could be. And now that I know what it's like to be someone else—to lose myself—I want my life back. My family. You. All of it." His eyes darkened. "I want it back.

I never said that. I just didn't correct you when you were, you know, wrong. Anyway, I just saved you from being burned to death, so I figure you're not allowed to be mad." -Jace

Clary grinned. "A picnic? It's a little late for Central Park, don't you think? It's full of-" He waved a hand. "Faeries. I know." "I was going to say muggers," said Clary. "Though I pity the mugger who goes after you." "That is a wise attitude, and I commend you for it," said Jace, looking gratified.

Happy birthday, Alexander," Magnus murmured. "Thanks for remembering," Alec whispered back.

the less you had, the more careful you had to be about everything you did have.

That is love, son of thorns. We welcome its cruelest blows and when we bleed from them, we whisper our thanks.

James, you are all the family I have. I would die for you. You know that. I would die without you. If it were not for you, I would be dead a hundred times over these past five years. I owe you everything, and if you cannot believe I have empathy, perhaps you might at least believe I know honor--honor, and debt--

Will looked as if she had slpped him. "I didn't do it so you'd be grateful!" "Then what?" Her voice rose. "You did it because it's your mandate? Because the law says-" "I did it because I love you!

Being remembered, and remembered so kindly, touched him more than he would have thought possible.

She had taken him for granted, she thought with surprise and shame, watching the flickering candlelight. She had assumed his kindness was so natural and so innate, she had never asked herself whether it cost him any effort. Any effort to stand between Will and the world, protecting each of them from the other. Any effort to accept the loss of his family with equanimity. Any effort to remain cheerful and calm in the face of his own dying.

Yes," Magnus said. "About that. I deeply appreciate you saving my life. I'm very attached to my life. However, if it comes to a choice between your life and mine, Alec, remember I have already lived a very long time.

Father nevver once looked at any woman the way he looked at Mother, with joy and thanksgiving, as if she was a living wish, granted past all hope.

And in some way, Clary thought, he meant it, meant his gratitude. He had long ago lost the ability to distinguish between force and cooperation, between fear and willingness, between love and torture. And with that realization came a rush of numbness—what was the point of hating Valentine for being a monster when he didn't even know he was one?

I only count the hours that shine.

You have to know I wouldn't wish for a different life," she said. "This life brought me you

Alec was very still for a moment, barely breathing. Then, to Jace's surprise, he reached out and ruffled Jace's hair, the way an older brother might ruffle his younger sibling's hair. His smile was cautious, but it was full of real affection. "Thanks for seeing me," he said, and walked off down the tunnel.