Quotes About Gratitude

Life is an amazing gift, but it's only a gift if you're able to enjoy it.

I've got tapes that I'm so thankful that my father made - old reel-to-reel tapes. I've got a ton of those things at home. He kept those like fine diamonds, I mean he kept them, you know, in a box and was very, very careful of them, you know.

I've gotten to a point, where I realize that happiness doesn't come from the outside.

I want to thank all my fans, teammates, coaches and supporters for the strength they've given me to overcome so much.

For as long as I've been acting, I have been very lucky to be paired with really great actresses playing my mom.

I was pirouette and flourish, I was filigree and flame. How could I count my blessings when I didn't know their names?

Every day you're alive and someone loves you is a miracle.

Good day, be grateful. Bad day, be graceful. Be grateful, be graceful, and on it goes.

Finally, I spread my arms even wider and announced, "It's a good day to die!" "Well," Mom chirped in, "it's not a bad day to live either." She had a point. So now I end my blessings like this: "It's a good day to die!" I say. And then, with gusto, "It's a good day to live!

Long story short, that person is a complainer, not a customer.

He moves into story-telling mode again: a servant owes the king thousands, but the guy begs and the king lets him off. This same guy then goes straight round to someone who owes him just a hundred, starts laying into him for the money. But he's spotted and the king gets to hear. "How ungrateful can you get?" asks the king, and throws the guy in jail till he pays

Have recovered somewhat from massive, delicious, inundating influx of life memories. Man, it is soooooooooo goooooooooood to be ME again.

You lose a certain type of innocence when you experience this type of kindness. You lose your right to be a jaded cynic. You can no longer go back through the looking glass and pretend not to know what you know about kindness.

I thought, There is nowhere else in the universe I would rather be at this moment. I could count the places I would not rather be. I've always wanted to see New Zealand, but I'd rather be here.

And for about the millionth time in her life she felt an overwhelming gratitude for her best friend. Because she knew he wouldn't mention this afterward; she knew he wouldn't take it as a sign that she was losing her nerve or was in too deep. There weren't many people in this world who would let you be vulnerable and still believe you were strong.

As I took Allison to the airport for her flight into San Francisco and the rest of her life, I thought about how lucky her father and I were to have had her in our lives. My time with her was over, though I was sure we would stay in touch. I kept thinking I should be sad, but I felt content more than anything. Now, I'm not saying I won't want to call her every day, and she'll probably die without me, but why ruin something so perfect trying to stay together?

If I had a bad day, which, now that I ran my own life, was a helluva lot less than the old days, I sat on the floor with Houdini, placed a hand on his broad head, and soaked up endless doggy wonder. A full stomach, a well-chewed toy, a soft couch—through a dog's eyes, that was a true glory that couldn't be matched, the only heaven in existence. I missed the furball, missed him like crazy.

People who sneer at a half a loaf of bread have never been hungry." George Reedy

thanks also to the Library of Virginia, the Library of Congress,

biography much easier. On a personal note, I should like to thank Stanley R. Moore, Dr. Michael Rostafinski, and John Tebbel for advice and information; my wife and "first reader," Reade Johnson; and my editor at John Wiley, Hana Lane, for

Dr. Michael Rostafinski, and John Tebbel for advice and information; my wife and "first reader," Reade Johnson; and my editor at John Wiley, Hana Lane, for

On a personal note, I should like to thank Stanley R. Moore, Dr. Michael

Too often we develop a blindness for all of the wonderful things in life.

Look through the reels of your memory and embrace them with gratitude.