Quotes About Gratitude

It occurred to me that tight boots are one of Earth's great good fortunes because, by pinching our feet, they then afford us the pleasure of taking them off.

Os bons amores são cheios de felicidade, porque têm a virtude de não alçarem olhos para as estrelas do céu; contentam-se com ceias à meia-noite e alguns passeios a cavalo ou por mar. (Linha reta e linha curva)

You cannot deny me the fact," he said; "that the donor's pleasure is always greater than that of the beneficiary.

If we all knew each morning that there was going to be another morning, and on and on and on, we's tend not to notice the sunrise, or hear the birds, or the waves rolling into the shore. We'd tend not to treasure our time with the people we love. Simply the awareness that our mortal lives had a beginning and will have an end enhances the quality of our living. Perhaps it's even more intense when we know that the termination of the body is near, but it shouldn't be.

Do you know how lucky you are?" She smiled rather wryly. "Not most of the time.

If we knew each morning that there was going to be another morning, and on and on and on, we'd tend not to notice the sunrise,or hear the birds, or the waves rolling into shore. We'd tend not to treasure our time with the people we love.

It's a good thing to have all the props pulled out from under us occasionally. It gives us some sense of what is rock under our feet, and what is sand. It stops us from taking anything for granted. It has also taught me about living in the immediate moment.

Ah," she said, "that's ever so much better," and took both boots and shook them out over the sink. "My stomach is full and I'm warm inside and out and it's time I went home.

The important thing is to recognize that our gift, no matter what the size, is indeed something given us, for which we can take no credit, but which we may humbly serve, and, in serving, learn more wholeness, be offered wondrous newness. Picasso says that an artist paints not to ask a question but because he has found something and he wants to share—he cannot help it—what he has found.

You don't know how lucky you are to be loved. Meg said in a startled way, I guess I never thought of that. I guess I just took it for granted.

How did all this happen? Isn't it wonderful? I feel as though I were just being born! I'm not alone anymore! Do you realize what that means to me?

Maybe you have to know the darkness to truly appreciate the light."—Madeleine L'Engle

your behaviour must be such that when you go to bed at night you will be happy with what you have done during the day

Let's not worry about next year till we get through this one, Mrs. Murry said. More French toast, boys?

And joy, Grandfather would remind me, joy is the infallible sign of the presence of God.

If we knew each morning that there was going to be another morning, and on and on and on, we'd tend not to notice the sunrise, or hear the birds, or the waves rolling into shore. We'd tend not to treasure our time with the people we love. Simply the awareness that our mortal lives had a beginning and will have an end enhances the quality of our living. Perhaps it's even more intense when we know that the termination of the body is near, but it shouldn't be.

I heard a famous author say once that the hardest part of writing a book was making yourself sit down at the typewriter. I know what he meant. Unless a writer works constantly to improve and refine the tools of his trade they will be useless instruments if and when the moment of inspiration, of revelation, does come. This is the moment when a writer is spoken through, the moment that a writer must accept with gratitude and humility, and then attempt, as best he can, to communicate to others.

Heaps of presents. People are so

Happiness, he said, warming his hands around a fresh cup of coffee, is a choice. "You have to brew it in yourself. Even from a lump of food, we choose each grain to suit our need. Likewise, in the philosophical manner, we choose to be who we are.

It's all right, Meg assured the Medium earnestly. Truly it is, Mrs. Medium, and we thank you very much. Are you sure? the Medium asked, brightening. Of course! It really helped me ever so much because it made me mad, and when I'm mad I don't have room to be scared.

patted her stomach

Emmet, I love you. I'm so blind and stupid, thank you for waiting for me, for understanding.

That this blue exists makes my life a remarkable one, just to have seen it. To have seen such beautiful things. To find oneself placed in their midst. Choiceless.

Nothing in my life would mean anything if you weren't here to share it. There'd be no reason to get up in the morning without you to light the sun with your smile.