Quotes About Gratitude

Peter's a lucky man," he said. "Except in one respect. He doesn't seem to know how lucky he is.

As long as the sun shone and there was poached salmon on the plate, people could be good.

When you see the worst you appreciate the best.

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

knows she's loved. What more do any of us want?

testament to a life well lived.

Love is all around you and all you have to do is claim it.

I'm a very lucky man. I get to do the thing I want most in life, write songs and sing them for people, and ride bikes. I love my family. I love my home. I get to work with people I've admired my whole life. It's a pretty good life.

I want to thank the many, many readers who have been so supportive of me all these years. There were a few years, because of the economy, when I had to put off writing as I traveled around for my roofing job (5am - 7pm of travel and roofing took a big chunk out of my brain) and I'm grateful that my readers have been understanding about my situation when I explained it to them. They've consistently emailed me encouraging words, telling me they'd wait for my next books.

If we thought of life as a gift, we might not demand nearly as much from it. And if we lived more graciously, giving of ourselves more freely to the well-being of others, many of our personal concerns would disappear, and life would become easier for all.

Let us be thankful that there is no court by which we can be excluded from our share in the inheritance of the great poets of all ages and countries, to which our simple humanity entitles us.

But life is sweet, though all that makes it sweet Lessen like sound of friends' departing feet; And Death is beautiful as feet of friend Coming with welcome at our journey's end. For me Fate gave, whate'er she else denied, A nature sloping to the southern side; I thank her for it, though when clouds arise Such natures double-darken gloomy skies.

A kind word will give more pleasure than a present.

All those who love Nature she loves in return, and will richly reward, not perhaps with the good things, as they are commonly called, but with the best things of this world-not with money and titles, horses and carriages, but with bright and happy thoughts, contentment and peace of mind.

Many a blessing has been recognized too late.

Try to realize all the blessings you have, and you will find perhaps that they are more than you suppose.

It is sad, indeed, to see how man wastes his opportunities. How many could be made happy, with the blessings which are recklessly wasted or thrown away.

Stephen King once said every novel is just a long form letter to one person. The Term Sheet was secretly conceived as nothing more than my letter of gratitude to you. Any other woman would (and should) have left me long ago for all the crazy, half-baked, idiotic, ill-conceived silly things I have put you through. And yet without your love and support, none of this would have been possible.

There is nothing like a good dose of another woman to make a man appreciate his wife.

The key to contentment is to consider. Consider who you are and be satisfied with that. Consider what you have and be satisfied with that. Consider what God's doing and be satisfied with that.

I smoked while they compared booty. Things they took … nail polish, perfume, toilet paper. Things they were given … one-earrings, twenty hangers, torn bras. (Advice to cleaning women: Take everything that your lady gives you and say Thank you. You can leave it on the bus, in the crack.)

Advice to cleaning women: Take everything that your lady gives you and say Thank you. You can leave it on the bus, in the crack.)

But much more often I have seen the marriage and the family grow closer, better. Everybody learns to deal, has to help, has to be honest and say it sucks. Everybody has to laugh, everybody has to feel grateful when whatever else the child can't do he can kiss the hand that brushes his hair.

well, I guess it is natural when one is dying to sort of sum up what has mattered, what has been beautiful.