Quotes About Gratitude

I trotted down all three flights of stairs feeling weirdly happy. My sister was back. And at least I had one sort-of friend. You have to have gotten down pretty low before something as small as that starts to look like happy to you.

Part of resetting your life is accepting where you are in your life right now.

looking back, every moment feels equally important. Now the most tedious and uneventful day I ever spent feels like a gift. Now I'm holding those moments like a heaping double handful of pearls, and at the same time I'm admiring their beauty, I have to open my hands and let them pour through.

But dogs don't regret what they didn't do soon enough, or didn't do enough of. Or what you didn't do enough of. Dogs are where they are right now, in this moment, and nowhere else. Which is why I generally keep the company of dogs, she thought. Chapter Sixteen: Pete Pete eased the front door of his house open and then froze, allowing his eyes to adjust to the dim living room.

I find it touching, almost enviable, that a person with so little feels she has all she needs.

whatever happens, I'll be okay. People get by in all kinds of situations. All over the world people are getting by on almost nothing. Losing things they think they can't live without. Or at least that they think they can't be happy without. But then it's pretty hard to be happy . . . you know . . . if it's dependent on some material possession not going away. I don't want to live like that.

He still keeps more of his insides to himself than I mightve hoped for, but things like that are never a zero-sum game. YOu get progres, you be grateful for it. In the realm of wounded humans, you're never going to have it all. Also, I should noye that in my opinion, we're all wouned humans. The rest is just a matter of degree." Stay by Catherine Ryan Hyde

Any decent man has to feel something for a woman who dearly loves him. Gratitude, if he can muster nothing else.

And it's funny, looking back. I think about it from time to time. A thing happens, and it's a thing big enough to save a life, and you don't know why it happened. And you sure didn't know it was such a big deal at the time. But, looking back, you wonder why things work out the way they do.

But mostly I just kept reminding myself to burn every moment into my memory. I just tried to be sure I was always there. That I didn't miss anything.

Oh. Yeah. That's good. That's

Paying It Forward is about spontaneously offering favors, not needing to say yes when someone asks too much of you. And also, it's about kindness rather than niceness. There's a difference. Kindness is spontaneous and real. Niceness just mostly wants to be liked.

it's happy from the inside,

I mean . . . you just make the best of happy while you've got it, right?

And I think to myself, If you think having and losing is so bad, try never having. Now that's devastating.

food is the gift of the whole Universe. Each morsel is a sacrifice of life. May I be worthy to receive it. May the energy in this food give me the strength to transform my unwholesome qualities into wholesome ones. I am grateful for this food. May I realize the Path of Awakening, for the sake of all beings." Silence. "Namaste." "Amen," the little atheist

We can't go back, not ever, not even for a minute. We are so lucky. Life is so good. We're going on and being alive and being shitty sometimes and lovely sometimes just the same as we always have, and only a Fuckwit couldn't see that.

I've always had enough, even if my enough and your enough are as different as an elephant and a minaret.

why worry about a thing that may never come to pass? Do not ruin today with mourning tomorrow.

I was happy, the sun was high. I had enough.

how we met." Roary pulled a cooked apple out of her—apparently cavernous—pocket. She munched on it. "You guys saved us from the witch. It was awesome." Jess shuddered, getting into the spirit of her story. "The swamp was huge and soggy and mucky and full of snakes and birds and the moon and quiet. But there's not much good building material in swamps. Not like orchards or mountains. Not for what I like to make, anyway.

He would say it all, except for the wishing she was a boy part, without crying or wobbling. The girls would look at him with such powerful love and gratitude that he would turn into a different person, a better person, the perfect person. All he needed was that one look and he could live forever.

Good morning, God. Another beautiful day. I'm still here, and so is the sun. Thank you. Right, now let's get down to business.

I challenge anyone not to feel worn down after weeks and months of having to be grateful. When there is little enough left of your true self, somehow the gratitude feels like the last straw. Or