Quotes About Gratitude

feeling, as he always did these days, a terrible mix of irreconcilable emotions—the shame of his failed marriage, anger at Janine for her part in its dissolution, anger at himself for his own part, and gratitude that they'd managed to be faithful to a bad idea long enough to have this child.

she'd come to believe life was like that: you could enjoy almost anything if you gave it enough time.

Wondrous! he thought, how the heart leaps when one is chosen, especially later in life, after one would suppose the time for choosing and being chosen has passed.

you missed what you didn't have far more than you appreciated what you did have. It was for this reason he'd always felt that owning things was overrated. All you were doing was alleviating the disappointment of not owning them.

We do not love people so much for the good they have done us, as for the good we do them.

In short, when it comes to an instant fix for everyday happiness, certain types of writing have a surprisingly quick and large impact. Expressing gratitude, thinking about a perfect future, and affectionate writing have been scientifically proven to work—and all they require is a pen, a piece of paper, and a few moments of your time.

When trying to write your way to a happier life, expressing gratitude is just the tip of the iceberg.

We owe uniqueness to our dead at the very least

God, Parker." Miranda's voice broke. "Are we glad to see you." "Likewise. And you don't have to call me God. Saint Parker's good enough.

Is it odd to picnic at one's mother's grave? To sit up on the cliff and trickle pebbles over the ledge and listen to them bounce until they disappear? To eat an apple, to feel the sun, and to remember her, she who gave so much that it will never diminish? Is it odd to live with ehr in you, to continue to share your days and thoughts with the presence of her loving spirit?

Life is a series of unique opportunities. It's our job to find the happiness in each one.

Betsy: Do you have daddy issues, Warren? Warren: Dad was supportive, intelligent, read to me as a kid, left me a trillion dollars. It's hard to complain.

Thalia's shoulders relaxed. I owe you one. Two. One and a half, Thalia said. She smiled, and for a second, I remembered that I actually liked her when she wasn't yelling at me.

I wake up every morning and think: You know what would be good today? Not dying.

She reached into her coat pocket and felt two things she hadn't expected.... One was a wad of cash... she brought out the money. Leo whistled. Allowance? Piper, your mom rocks!

If not for the horses, Piper would've died.

Bob … the Titan … he only helped us in Tartarus because you were kind to him. You told him we were worth saving. That's the only reason we're alive.' She said we so easily, as if she and Percy were interchangeable, inseparable.

Thank Ra!" She exclaimed. "Yeah, I'm alive." "No, I almost jumped in after you. I hate the water!

Which reminded me...I still owed the gods a debt. You're a genius, I (Percy) told Annabeth.

I wondered if I should start a small fire in Percy Jackson's sink, perhaps burn some bandages in thanks, but I decided that might strain that Jackson's hospitality.

As for my brothers,' Zeus said, 'we are thankful -' he cleared his throat, like the words were hard to get out - 'erm, thankful for the aid of Hades.' The Lord of the Dead nodded. He had a smug look on his face, but I figure he'd earned the right. He patted his son Nico on the shoulders, and Nico looked happier than I'd ever seen him.

Makes us appreciate blessing, not be greedy and mean and fat like Polyphemus.

So I saved your life, and you repaid me by raising Kronos. That's fair.

We couldn't have done it without somebody else! We couldn't have won this race or got the Fleece or saved Grover or anything! We owe our lives to Tyson, Percy's…' 'Brother!' I said, loud enough for everybody to hear. 'Tyson, my baby brother.' Tyson blushed. The crowd cheered. Annabeth planted a kiss on my cheek.