Quotes About Gratitude

She liked soot, and heat, and grime, and she was beginning to realize, if she didn't actually like her aloneness, she was at least comforted by it. She should be grateful; she knew, she knew. She should be thrilled just to be alive. So why was it she preferred to expect nothing?

She didn't thank Ben, and she probably should have, but maybe he knows that she's grateful. Maybe he understands that saying thank you can be just as hard as saying good-bye.

There was so much light in the world we knew we would never be able to count it all.

Elv felt cold. Claire wrapped her arms around her. There was no way for her to ever thank her sister, no words that would ever do. Something bad had happened to Elv instead of to her.

Lately, she's been wondering if perhaps when the living become the dead they leave an empty space behind, a hollow that no one else can fill. She was lucky once, for a very brief time. Maybe she should just be grateful for that.

Our people believed every creature had a spark—nitzotz—that which was holy, and we were to show kindness and compassion to all beings, what we called baal chayyim. All animals praise God, as we do, with their songs and their voices. In midwinter, we dedicated a Sabbath to the birds, to offer our gratitude and acknowledge that it is their songs that have taught mankind how to chant and praise the glory of our Creator.

Life was worth living, no matter what fate might bring.

To be young and alive was a glorious thing. When you possessed it, you were likely unable to fully comprehend that it was a marvel and a gift, no matter your circumstances.

I'm really happy that you're here." This is not an outright lie. No one knows you like a person with whom you've shared a childhood. No one will ever understand you in quite the same way.

Was this what love did? Make you so grateful for a word or two that you'd practically beg for such things to be said?

Às vezes, você não sabe como tem sorte na vida até que o tempo tenha passado. Sally tinha vontade de se sentar com as filhas e dizer: Não percam um só instante, mas aquilo não serviria de nada. A pessoa tinha que viver a vida antes de ver sentido nisso.

Are you asking if I would have been better off if I'd never met my wife, or married her, or lost her? I'll tell you this, a day with her was better than a life without her.

Be grateful if you have walked through the world with another's heart in your hand.

Shelby told her that if she had a hundred lifetimes she would want Sue to be her mother in every one, just as for a hundred lifetimes she would want James to be the one that stopped on the road that night. She would want him to stay here. She would want him to know her when no one else did.

That was when my father went to the docks, that patient, good man I had so little respect for, though we were of the same flesh and blood and he had saved my life more than a dozen times when we traveled over continents, finding us bread and shelter. He was a mouse who feared the forest, yet he had managed to take us into France and on to Le Havre, where he worked shoveling coal in a mill until we could afford steerage on a boat to New York, the only dream we ever shared.

What belonged to you once, will always belong to you. Be grateful if you have walked through the world with another's heart in your hand.

felt a sort of joy I'd never felt before. I was so unaccustomed to such emotions it took some time before I realized I was happy.

The owner's wife gave me a container of chicken soup and a quart of rice pudding to take home. She was a broad, solid woman with thick arms and legs. She swiped vigorously at the stain on my coat with a wad of dampened paper towel, and I remembered Pegeen then: There's always someone nice.

Thanks so much for this," she said as he pulled to the curb. She put the strap of her pocketbook over her arm, put her hand on the door handle. "You really didn't have to." He seemed to rouse himself from a growing disengagement. "I wanted to," he said. "It was nice to have a chance to get to know you better," he

After all, it is quite normal for us to owe a debt of gratitude to our parents and grandparents (or the people standing in for them), even if the treatment we experienced at their hands was sheer unadulterated torture. This is an integral part of morality, as we understand it. But it is a species of morality that consigns our genuine feelings and our own personal truth to an unmarked grave.

One's appreciation of meager comforts, it seems, depends on what misery one has gone through before getting them.

Time had been filled, reliably, agreeably, they had not been left adrift, and for this they were truly embarrassingly grateful.

One's appreciation of meager comforts, it seems, depends on what misery one has gone through before getting them.

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