Quotes About Gratitude

He was glad to be alive. ... In fact, Edward Tulane was so happy to be back among the living that he did not even take umbrage at being referred to as it.

Nothing would be easier without you, because you are everything, all of it — sprinkles, quarks, giant donuts, eggs sunny - side up — you are the ever - expanding universe to me.

There ain't no way that you can hold onto something that wants to go, you understand? You can only love what you got while you got it.

Do not mourn over the happiness you were fortunate enough to possess, lest you turn that joy into grief. Be glad that you had what others may never in their lives experience. The gods have dealt kindly with you, Daughter.

We don't always get what we deserve," she replied, patting James over his heart. "Sometimes we get more; sometimes we get less. At least we get something.

All we know, Midnight. The best of all we know. For Chestry Valley and its master we loved. For Nana. For Sugarloaf and Brimstone Farm. For Pop and Mom and Tom. For the foals to come. For yesterday and for all tomorrows, we dance the best we know. For good-by.

Shoot off an e-mail saying "A handwritten note will follow, but I just wanted to say how much I enjoyed talking to you. The job sounds terrific.

Trust your happiness and the richness of your life at this moment. It is as true and as much yours as anything else that ever happened to you.

Don't you love being alive? asked Miranda. Don't you love weather and the colors at different times of the day, and all the sounds and noises like children screaming in the next lot, and automobile horns and little bands playing in the street and the smell of food cooking? I love to swim, too. said Adam. So do I, said Miranda, we never did swim together.

You waste life when you waste good food.

I was not happy in any way that would make sense to most people, but I was, for the first time in my life, deeply content with what life was giving me. Part

Thanks, she said. Yeah? For what? he was thinking. You are the only kid in this whole durned school who is worth shooting.

What I have come to believe is that joy is the twin sister of gratitude. I am most joyful when I am most grateful.

So we children must be thankful to the imperious Dr. Young for making it possible for our parents to meet and our subsequent births.

My dearest Friend, As I am urging our students to write a note to their mothers away from Shanghai, I think of you as a mother to so many of our Chinese girls. The greatness and depth of your love only God knows how to measure and reward you. Thinking of you has always been an inspiration to me. I love you. Lovingly yours, Tszo-Sing Chen

Santiago, my ancestor, was the last man to touch this," he said with awe. "Before I uncover the treasure, I want to say that I believe God led me to the Montoya rancho for a reason. Without your help, I would never have found the treasure. Whatever is inside this box, however great the wealth, I will share it with all of you." The

It's all so beautiful . . . the spring . . . and books and music and fires. . . . Why aren't they enough?

Be grateful for the time you did have instead of regretful for the time you didn't,' I say.

We dug the asparagus, and tonight Aunt Charlotte cooked it for me herself with butter and melted cheese. I ate a whole plateful and drank half the brown jug of sweet milk. Then I had two slices of the thick coarse-grain bread that Aunt and the nuns make fresh every day.

Stay focused on what is beautiful and abundant even as illness carves more and more of what you love away

rushing headlong into the next thing, we fail to appreciate the blessing of the only thing we can really claim as ours to own, the present moment.

If grief and gratitude are kindred emotions, two sides of a coin, than courage is what it takes to accommodate both at once, to stay focused on what is beautiful and abundant even as illness carves more and more of what you love away. Pg 26

My real task is not to try to reinvent myself or to transcend my life after all, but to inhabit it more fully, to appreciate it, and to thoughtfully tend whats already here. .. embracing and welcoming the person I actually am and quietly making the contribution I have to offer- whether its a manuscript page or an email to my old next-door neighbor. What matters is not the grandness of the gesture, but its source. If I do my work, all of it, with love, then it is worthy.

As always after saying goodbye to one one of my boys, I feel a touch of nostalgia for everything that's over. I suppose it shall always be so. But I also know now that it's okay to feel it, to allow my heart its fullness for whats gone as well as its gratitude for all that is good.