Quotes About Gratitude

Yet he never seemed unhappy or unsatisfied. As long as he could plough and garden and reap he was as contented as a sunny old pasture. His black hair was but lightly frosted with silver and a ripe, serene spirit revealed itself in his rare but sweet smiles. His old fields had given him bread and delight, joy of conquest and comfort in sorrow. Anne was satisfied because he was buried near them. He might have "gone gladly" but he had lived gladly, too. The

Better a dinner of herbs where your chums are than a stalled ox in a lonely boardinghouse.

Isn't this evening just like a purple dream, Diana? It makes me so glad to be alive. In the mornings I always think the mornings are best; but when evening comes I think it's lovelier still.

A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush,' Mrs. Morris told her. I've heard that proverb all my life, said Myra Murray, and I wonder if it's true. Perhaps the birds in the bush could sing and the one in the hand couldn't.

Isn't that a view worth looking at? Nice and far from the marketplace, ain't it? No buying and selling and getting gain. You don't have to pay anything- all that sea and sky free- 'without money and without price.

Anne," said Leslie, breaking abruptly a short silence, "you don't know how GOOD it is to be sitting here with you again — working — and talking — and being silent together.

One couldn't be afraid or bitter where love was—and love was everywhere.

Anne laughed -- then shivered. I can never forget the night I thought you were dying, Gilbert. Oh, I knew -- I KNEW then -- and I thought it was too late. But it wasn't, sweetheart. Oh, Anne, this makes up for everything, doesn't it? Let's resolve to keep this day sacred to perfect beauty all our lives for the gift it has given us. It's the birthday of our happiness, said Anne softly.

Oh, of course he's good, agreed Anne. But he doesn't seem to get any comfort out of it. If I could be good I'd dance and sing all day because I was glad of it.

What a family! Anne repeated exultantly.

Ich gönnte keinem andern, fuhr er fort zu lügen, Ein solch olympisch Schlemmerglück, Nur dir, mein liebster Freund, allein. Geniesse dies mit vollen Zügen.

As the days passed, I began to look upon my fate with new eyes. I often lamented the wicked turns my life had taken, but I rarely considered how much I had to be thankful for, how I had survived so long where so many others had perished, how I had seen wonders that no other Zamori had... I had been so intent on counting all the miseries and humiliations I had endured that I neglected to thank the Almighty for the blessings he had bestowed upon me.

I often lamented the wicked turns my life had taken, but I rarely considered how much I had to be thankful for, how I had survived so long where so many others had perished

An ordinary life." Leo smiles in the half dark. "Blood sacrifice!" he yells, startling James. "I came over in nineteen seventy-two; a pioneer, breaking land. I sacrificed myself—all so my sons could be magnificent! I did all this—only to be dog father. Is anyone grateful?

I once heard worship defined as celebrating the availability of God.

Life in San Francisco is still just life. If you want one thing too much it's likely to be a disappointment. The healthy way is to learn to like the everyday things, like soft beds and buttermilk—and

The thing that Buffalo Hump was most grateful for, as he rode into the emptiness, was the knowledge that in the years of his youth and manhood he had drawn the lifeblood of so many enemies. He had been a great killer; it was his way and the way of his people; no one in his tribe had killed so often and so well. The killings were good to remember, as he rode his old horse deeper into the llano, away from all the places where people came.

If you want one thing too much it's likely to be a disappointment. The healthy way is to learn to like the everyday things, like soft beds and buttermilk

The cultivation of mindfulness is ultimately a matter of life and death, not in a scary way, but in the sense that we are always at risk, in every moment, for missing what is deepest and richest in our lives, the texture of the tapestry itself. We might say (every pun intended) that the richness lies right beneath our noses in any and every moment.

Life is a precious gift, it's all we have, and it is always happening in the present.

I'm grateful for any opportunity to help inspire the next generation

This was something we sometimes did on days we got home late—on days we were too tired to get into the big stuff. We each picked one thing from the day to tell each other about. One good thing from our separate lives.

How do you explain it when you find in someone what you've been waiting for

another small reminder how lucky I was to love him.