Quotes About Gratitude

Throw the lumber over, man!  Let your boat of life be light, packed with only what you need—a homely home and simple pleasures, one or two friends, worth the name, someone to love and someone to love you, a cat, a dog, and a pipe or two, enough to eat and enough to wear, and a little more than enough to drink; for thirst is a dangerous thing.

How good one feels when one is full—how satisfied with ourselves and with the world!  People who have tried it, tell me that a clear conscience makes you very happy and contented; but a full stomach does the business quite as well, and is cheaper, and more easily obtained.  One feels so forgiving and generous after a substantial and well-digested meal—so noble-minded, so kindly-hearted.

What you have to do, Veronica, is, with a full heart, to praise Heaven that this is not a perfect world. If it were I doubt very much, Veronica, your being here. That you are here happy and thriving proves that all is not as it should be.

People who have tried it, tell me that a clear conscience makes you very happy and contented; but a full stomach does the business quite as well, and is cheaper, and more easily obtained.  One feels so forgiving and generous after a substantial and well-digested meal—so noble-minded, so kindly-hearted.

How good one feels when one is full - how satisfied with ourselves and with the world! People who have tried it, tell me that a clear conscience makes you very happy and contented; but a full stomach does the business quite as well, and is cheaper, and more easily obtained. One feels so forgiving and generous after a substantial and well-digested meal - so noble-minded, so kindly-hearted.

No one's hurt is too small, no worry too removed, no blessing so elusive that it cannot be seen by the eyes in the back of the human heart.

We ought to be as earnest and frequent in our prayers of thanksgiving when the cupboard is full as we would be in our prayers of supplication if the cupboards were bare.

Nothing left to do but smile.

I'm looking over a four-leaf clover that I overlooked before.

When somebody says or does something you like. Amen.

The pure whiteness, dazzling in the sun, was one of the most beautiful things I had ever seen. Who was I to spoil it? Snow falls. Earth says: Here's a gift for you. And what do we do? We shovel it. Blow it. Scrape it. Plow it. Get it out of our way. We push it to our fringes. Is there anything uglier or sadder than a ten-day-old snow dump? It's not even snow anymore. It's slush.

I took one step onto the field and stopped. What was I doing? The pure whiteness, dazzling in the sun, was one of the most beautiful things I had ever seen. Who was I to spoil it? Snow falls. Earth says: Here—a gift for you. And what do we do? We shovel it. Blow it. Scrape it. Plow it. Get it out of our way. We push it to our fringes. Is there anything uglier or sadder than a ten-day-old snow dump? It's not even snow anymore. It's slush.

She taught me to revel.

He stared at me. She liked you, boy. The intensity of his voice and eyes made me blink. Yes, I said. She did it or you, you know. What? Gave up herself for a while there. She loved you that much. What an incredibly lucky kid you were.

Remember the good, only the good. Don't borrow trouble from the past.

What person who has enjoyed life could possibly think one is enough?

You had to write it, and he had to play it, and I'm just so grateful I got to see it.

I'm very aware of how well I am operating in situations that I would have been incapable of broaching even last summer. Chris, Sabin, Eric, and Estelle, have rescued me, and I can't fathom how I can ever begin to repay them.

I feel greatful, though, that Sabin was my home base tonight. He let me come back to him as often as I needed to ground myself. When the noise was too much or the social interaction felt overwhelming, he remained my rock.

When he sees me coming, he joyfully holds up a box and yells, "See? I told ya! Coffee, toast, eggs, and bacon! All at once! It's a miracle!

È questo il problema! Non ci arrivi? Lui ha già fatto tutto!» È sempre più agitato. «Cazzo, Christopher Shepherd ha protetto tutti noi e a me non ha lasciato niente da fare! Si è sottoposto alle torture peggiori che ci infliggeva mio padre e non mi ha mai permesso di ripagarlo.»

Casa», prosegue Chris, «era un posto terrificante una volta, ma ora non lo è più. Ed è merito tuo, Blythe. Sei stata tu a cambiare ogni cosa per me, per tutti noi. Non me lo dimentico mai, neanche per un attimo.»

It is so easy to notice things about people and tell them. I don't know why people don't just give out compliments every single day.

Amava troppo il mondo, la gente. Amava fare lunghe passeggiate nel tardo pomeriggio osservando ciò che la circondava. Amava il verde del mare, la luce del crepuscolo, i sassi sparsi sulla sabbia. Amava il sapore di una pera rossa in autunno, la luna piena e pesante d'inverno che brillava fra le nuvole. Amava il calore del suo letto, un buon libro da leggere senza interruzione. Per godere di questo, sarebbe vissuta per sempre.