Quotes About Gratitude

People have taken time out of their day and spent their money to come sit down at a concert. And it's jazz music-it's not easy for them to get to it. I don't want them ever to feel that I'm taking their presence lightly.

Of what use to the flowers are their sweet odors? Do they themselves enjoy them? No. Are they meant for the pleasure of animals? Did you ever see a sheep or a dog pause before a rose to inhale its perfume? Then it was for man alone that the rich treasures are meant. Wherefore? That they may be loved, perhaps.

Por qué la gente cree que llorando y quejándose de lo triste que es su vida va a merecerse cualquier cosa mejor? ¿Quién va a recompensarte por joderle el mood? ¿No sería más lógico que te pagaran por hacerlos reír?

As for those ... who can obtain by lawful means whatever they need, how can we consider them poor?

The chicken in the coop has grain but the soup pot is near; the wild crane has none but its world is vast.

A simple life is good with me. I don't need a whole lot. For me, a T-shirt, a pair of shorts, barefoot on the beach and I'm happy.

Et puis, c'est la vie; elle ne nous prend que ce qu'elle nous a donné. Ni plus ni moins. (p.190)

Ce que Dieu te prête, tu dois savoir le rendre. Aucune chose, sur terre, ne t'appartient vraiment.

La chance nous sourit tous les matins, le bonheur nous accueille tous les soirs, et on s'en rend pas compte. On s'y habitue et on pense que ce sera tous les jours ainsi. On fait pas gaffe à ce que l'on possède puis, hop ! D'un claquement de doigts, on s'aperçoit que l'on a tout faux. Parce qu'on croit avoir décroché la lune, on veut croquer le soleil aussi, et c'est là que l'on se crame les ailes

This room was our ivory tower, Sihem and mine. No one else was ever admitted here. Sometimes we'de come here to commune with our silence and reactivate our senses, dulled and blunted by the noises of every day. We'd bring a book or put on some music, and then we were off. We read Kafka as well as Khalil Gibran, and listened to Oum Kalthoum and Pavarotti with the same grattitude....

une grande bibliothéque en merisier investit toute une aile . C'était notre coin intime;notre retraite dorée. Nous y venions parfois communier avec nos silences et recycler nos sens émoussés par les bruits de tous les jours. Nous prenions un livre ou mettions une musique ,et nous voilà partis . Nous lisions aussi bien que Kafka que Khalil Gibran et écoutions avec la méme gratitude Oum Kalsoum et ou Pavarotti..

Banul n-o fi avand miros, dar, Doamne! ce bine miroase.

Every source of blessing is a point of attack.

Where are you looking at blessing as bondage, something you GET to do as something you've GOT to do?

If there is a God, he thought, I'll speak directly to him when the time comes, and if there isn't a God I'll have to invent one, and I'll find a way to thank him for the way I feel when I watch her move.

our light goes out, but is blown again into flame by an encounter with another human being. Each of us owes the deepest thanks to those who have rekindled this inner light.

For those beings with a broader perspective of Planet Earth, boredom is sometimes accompanied by a darker companion—guilt. We know that compared to many others, our lives are actually quite comfortable. We don't live in a war zone or in abject poverty; we don't have to dwell in the shadows on account of our gender or religious opinions. We're free to eat, dress, live, and walk however we like, thank you very much. But even so, we're bored beyond measure.

Before we eat any meal, vegetarian or meat, we should always remember the beings that have died so that we can eat. Their lives were just as important to them as your life is to you. Think of them with gratitude and pray that their sacrifice will be a cause for them to be reborn in a higher realm—and for you to be healthy, so that you can quickly, quickly reach full enlightenment in order to lead them to that same state.

Sometimes our light goes out, but is blown again into flame by an encounter with another human being. Each of us owes the deepest thanks to those who have rekindled this inner light.

For in giving, we receive.

What a stroke of good luck to be harvesting the fruits of a life once well lived.

ne demande jamais à en recevoir, mais la façon

The here and now. What contentment it held! Why spoil it by thinking?

the more we keep giving, the more profound our sense of well-being.