Quotes About Gratitude

El ayer es historia, el mañana es un misterio, el hoy es un regalo, por eso se llama presente.

abundance comes only to those who already have it

The ego loves to complain and feel resentful not only about other people but also about situations.

They look upon the present moment as either marred by something that has happened and shouldn't have or as deficient because of something that has not happened but should have. And so they miss the deeper perfection that is inherent in life itself, a perfection that is always already here, that lies beyond what is happening or not happening, beyond form. Accept the present moment and find the perfection that is deeper than any form and untouched by time.

Todos nós sofremos ao ignorar ou negar cada momento precioso ou reduzi-lo a um meio para alcançar algo no futuro, algo que só existe em nossas mentes, nunca na realidade.

But we cannot really honor things if we use them as a means to self-enhancement, that is to say, if we try to find ourselves through them.

A large part of many people's lives is consumed by an obsessive preoccupation with things. This

Always say "yes" to the present moment.

All you really need to do is accept this moment fully.

To complain is always nonacceptance to what *is*.

If the thought of lack -- whether it be money, recognition, or love -- has become part of who you think you are, you will always experience lack. Rather than acknowledge the good that is already in your life, all you see is lack.

There is something that needs to happen in my life before I can be at peace (happy, fulfilled, etc.). And I resent that it hasn't happened yet. Maybe my resentment will finally make it happen." "Something happened in the past that should not have happened, and I resent that. If that hadn't happened, I would be at peace now." "Something is happening now that should not be happening, and it is preventing me from being at peace now.

conscious manifestation of form when he said, "Whatever you ask in prayer, believe that you have received it, and it will be yours."4

If you found yourself in paradise, it wouldn't be long before your mind would say "yes, but. . . .

The fact is: Whatever you think the world is withholding from you, you are withholding from the world. You are withholding it because deep down you think you are small and that you have nothing to give.

sentirse agradecido por el momento presente

Non ho mai seguito valori illusori, come il successo, ma ho cercato e trovato dei punti di forza che mi hanno consentito una concezione più ampia del mondo, una sempre rinnovata capacità di gratitudine nei confronti dei miei simili e una sincera umiltà che mi assiste oggi, mentre dalla mia piccola posizione di vantaggio lungo il cammino che va verso l'alto e non finisce mai, guardo la pazienza ammirevole e il coraggio di quelli che dietro di me lottano ancora.

And Rose would have had no time at all on the loom were it not for Widow Hautzig's rheumatism. When her rheumatism was acting up, the widow would take a long rest, sometimes even as much as a fortnight if it was a particularly bad bout. "Thank God for Widow Hautzig's rheumatism," Rose would say every night before bed. Mother once overheard her and scolded her, so Rose was careful to whisper those words to herself from then on.

The visible world is a daily miracle, for those who have eyes and ears.

Believe me, all of you, the best way to help the places we live in is to be glad we live there.

The visible world is a daily miracle for those who have eyes and ears; and I still warm hands thankfully at the old fire, though every year it is fed with the dry wood of more old memories.

The feeling he had nourished and given prominence to was one of thankfulness for his escape: he was like a traveller so grateful for rescue from a dangerous accident that at first he is hardly conscious of his bruises. Now he suddenly felt the latent ache and realized that after all he had not come off unhurt.

Charity, till then, had been conscious only of a vague self-disgust and a frightening physical distress; now, of a sudden, there came to her the grave surprise of motherhood.

She often climbed up the hill and lay there alone for the mere pleasure of feeling the wind and of rubbing her cheeks in the grass. Generally at such times she did not think of anything, but lay immersed in an in an inarticulate well-being.