Quotes About Gratitude

But the little things are what make up life.

I look at Peter's profile out of the corner of my eye. Sometimes I still can't believe he's mine. The handsomest boy of all the handsome boys is mine, all mine. "What?" he says. "Nothing," I say.

Is a known fact that in life, you can't have everything

If not for you, I would not have written this book. Truly, this one is for you.

I felt like I had won the lottery from that one smile.

When I get home, I go straight to my room, put on a soft nightgown, and release my braid. It's sweet relief to let it out. My scalp is tingling with gratitude.

I look at Peter's profile out of the corner of my eye. Sometimes I still can't believe he's mine. The handsomest boy of all the handsome boys is mine, all mine.

Peter never met a compliment he didn't smile at.

It's the little things that make up life.

I could not have done it without you.

you're a miracle. For that we have to celebrate.

For a long time I had her convinced that raisins were my absolute favorite, and she must never eat more than her share, when in actuality I hate raisins and was grateful someone else was eating them.

I lay flowers and chocolate-covered hearts at your feet for all the beauty you bring to each book.

I'm so in awe of your talent and so honored to be your friend.

Vivre pleinement chaque instant. Sois bien évéillée et consciente, tu comprends ? Immerge toi et savoure chaque goutte des expériences que tu vis

I'm lucky to have had her for as long as I did.

The stars are out by the dozen; they look like faraway gems. We're so lucky to live by the mountains the way we do. You just feel closer to the stars. To heaven.

you thank you!" According to Daddy, he picked the puppy up from the animal shelter

No, Peter, that was not a genuine thank you, so you do not need to say you're welcome.

This is all natural. But thank you for the compliment, Owen.

Sometimes I like you so much I can't stand it. It fills up inside me, all the way to the brim, and I feel like I could overflow. I like you so much I don't know what to do with it. My heart beats so fast when I know I'm going to see you again. And then, when you look at me the way you do, I feel like the luckiest girl in the world.

So what would you have asked for if you won?" He doesn't hesitate even one beat. "Your peanut butter chocolate cake with my name written in Reese's Pieces." I stare at him in surprise. That's what he would have wished for? He could have anything and he wants my cake? I give him a curtsy. "I'm so honored." "Well, it was a really good cake," he says.

The thing is this: Even if the husband leaves her in this awful craven way, she will still have to count it as a miracle, all of those happy years she spent with him. "It was a fucking miracle that I found him," she tells the philosopher.

I read an article written by a woman living alone who got them. She talks about how depressing it is to have no one to help her with all the spraying and washing and cooking and bagging. She's spent all her money, hasn't had a date in years. I show it to my husband. "It's true. We're lucky," he says.