Quotes About Gratitude

but you ask anybody who's been to jail, and they'll tell you—a little is way, way better than a lot. Way better.

The good news is I peed before going to sleep.

Simply put, she was the one who had to put up with me. That she did so with love and patience and encouragement instead of strangling me, throwing my remains into a wood chipper, and then pretending she had never been married to me at all is a testament to the fact that she is, in fact, the single best person I know.

Oh, God," I said. "Thank you so very much for the mental image of Dad as a teenage sack of hormones. That's the sort of image that takes therapy to get rid of.

I love her more than I actually express in words—an irony for a writer—and am every day genuinely amazed I get to spend my life with her.

In ground forces, when someone does you a favor you tell them you owe them a sex act. If it's a little thing, it's a handjob. Medium, blowjob. Big favor, you owe them a fuck. Force of habit. It's just an expression. Got it, Dahl said. No actual blowjob forthcoming, Duvall said. To be clear. It's the thought that counts.

This is why I told Lambert to stop going on about it, you know," Powell said. "All the thinking about the steps beyond what we were directly doing. It never makes you happy. It never solves anything for you, right now.

All the thinking about the steps beyond what we were directly doing. It never makes you happy. It never solves anything for you, right now.

Remind me again why I hired you." "I honestly don't know, Lady Nadashe. But inasmuch as you've already paid me, in advance, for roughly the next forty years—thank you for that, by the way, my wife loves the new dining room set probably more than she loves me—you might as well keep me.

I'll treasure every day that I have with you. For I've known what life was like before you and..and since you, and as far as I'm concerned, these are two different lives. And one makes me so very much happier that the other.

It is a time of quiet joy, the sunny morning. When the glittery dew is on the mallow weeds, each leaf holds a jewel which is beautiful if not valuable. This is no time for hurry or for bustle. Thoughts are slow and deep and golden in the morning. Pablo

They refused seconds and I insisted. And the division of thirds was put on the basis that there wasn't enough to save. And with the few divided drops of that third there came into Rocinante a triumphant human magic that can bless a house, or a truck for that matter-- nine people gathered in complete silence and the nine parts making a whole as surely as my arms and legs are a part of me, separate and inseparable.

I'm glad there's love here. That's all.

There are times that one treasures for all one's life, and such times are burned clearly and sharply on the material of total recall. I felt very fortunate that morning.

Prayer never brought in no side-meat.

Se dice que los humanos no se satisfacen jamás, que se les da una cosa y siempre quieren algo más. Y se dice esto con erróneo desprecio, ya que es una de las mayores virtudes que tiene la especie y la que la hace superior a los animales que se dan por satisfechos con lo que tienen.

It's hard to give people things—I guess it's harder to be given things, though.

It's a good thing to be loved, even late.

If you want to give me a present-give me a good life. That would be something I could value.

Maybe less you have, the more you are required to boast.

Dar Fauna era convinsa, dintr-o indelungata experienta proprie, ca in primul rand oamenii nu stiu ce vor, ca in al doilea rand nu stiu cum sa obtina ceea ce vor si ca in al treilea rand nu stiu sa profite de ceea ce au.

The nicest thing in the world you can do for anybody is let them help you.

Men seem to be born with a debt they can never pay no matter how hard they try. It piles up ahead of them. Man owes something to man. If he ignores the debt it poisons him, and if he tries to make payments the debt only increases, and the quality of his gift is the measure of the man.

Well, here's your box. Nearly everything I have is in it, and it is not full. Pain and excitement are in it, and feeling good or bad and evil thoughts and good thoughts—the pleasures of design and some despair and the indescribable joy of creation. And on top of these are all the gratitude and love I have for you. And still the box is not full.