Quotes About Gratitude

Peter's a lucky man except in one respect, he doesn't seem to know how lucky he is.

C. S. Lewis wrote that we can create situations in which we are happy, but we cannot create joy. It just happens.

In a life filled with great good fortune of health, of creativity, of friends, living in safety and privilege with the loving partner. There was just one bit of misfortune in his life and that was that Peter Morrow seemed to have no idea how very fortunate he was.

Ruth lost her footing. Haniya grabbed her before she fell. She held Ruth's hand for the rest of the way, and wondered if maybe the key was not in being held, but in holding.

I went through a period in my life when I had no friends, when the phone never rang, when I thought I would die from loneliness. I know that the real blessing here isn't that I have a book published, but that I have so many people to thank.

They'd crossed over to that continent where grieving parents lived. It looked the same as the rest of the world, but wasn't. Colors bled pale. Music was just notes. Books no longer transported or comforted, not fully. Never again. Food was nutrition, little more. Breaths were sighs. And they knew something the rest didn't. They knew how lucky the rest of the world was.

That was why she was happy. He now knew that happiness ad kindness went together. There was not one without the other. For Jean-Guy it was a struggle. For Annie it seemed natural.

Do you know the sums that I do?" "I count my blessings.

When you've seen the worst, You appreciate the best.

But he knew he needn't worry. This man was afraid of nothing. "I count my blessings." He turned and saw Irene on the terrasse, as though he'd sensed her there. "We're all blessed and we're all blighted, Chief Inspector," said Finney. "Every day each of us does our sums. The question is, what do we count?" The old man brought his hand to his head and removed his hat, offering it to Gamache.

You can't get milk from a hardware store. So stop asking for something that can't be given. And look for what is offered. She saw the fork of food, and the thin lips that rarely smiled at them, blowing on it.

He now knew that happiness and kindness went together.

My favorite quote from Thoreau is also from Walden," said Gamache. "A man is rich in proportion to the number of things he can afford to let alone.

And she now knew the miracle wasn't the banana, it was the hand that offered the banana.

That's what I believe," said Ruth. "Peter didn't. Here was a man who was given everything. Talent, love, a peaceful place to live and create. And all he had to do was appreciate it." "And if he didn't?" "He would remain stone. And the deities would turn on him. They do, you know. They're generous, but they demand gratitude.

That we could forget the good and only remember the

You can never let someone know too often that they're precious.

She taught me that life goes on, and that I had a choice. To lament what I no longer had or be grateful for what remained. I was fortunate to have a role model that I couldn't squirm my way around. After all, how do you argue with the survivor of a death camp?

Each time he thought about it Gamache trembled with delight. The very idea of his child having a child struck him as nearly unbelievable.

But he'd found his answer when he'd found Reine-Marie, had loved and married her and loved her more each day. He knew then how kind God had been not to take one and leave the other. Even for him.

To enjoy a freedom they no longer took for granted.

We're all blessed and we're all blighted, Chief Inspector," said Finney. "Every day each of us does our sums. The question is, what do we count?

Her voice changed slightly as she remembered, "But most he loved a happy human face.

She held Ruth's hand for the rest of the way, and wondered if maybe the key was not in being held, but in holding.