Quotes About Gratitude

i do it for the joy it brings because i'm a joyful girl because the world owes me nothing and we owe each other the world

Are we, as we age, I wonder, repaid for all our thoughtless gestures?

He plays, and she dfrits along the curvature of the earth. He plays, and her body is flooded with gratitude. He plays, and she understands that the end us coming. When he stops, she can't speak. Words will break the trance, will sound trivial and tried. She'd have to wish him good luck, and he'd return the phrase. Perhaps he'd tell her that he would write to her. And everything they had just experienced would be punctuated by the commonplace. When he walks by her, he holds out his hand.

Different people were good at different things, Lena mused. Lena was good at writing thank-you notes, for instance, and Effie was good at being happy.

Maybe the truth is there's a little bit of loser in all of us you know, being happy isn't having everything in your life being perfect. Maybe it's about stringing together all the little things. Making those count more then the bad stuff. Maybe we just get through it and that's all we can ask for.

But we were in the same place at the same time in our lives, and for that alone I was inexpressibly buoyant and a few hundred years' worth of grateful.

Maybe happiness was just a matter of the little upticks. The traffic signal that said walk the second you got there, that happened to every person in the course of a day.

Maybe happiness didn't have to be about the big, sweeping circumstances, about having everything in your life in place. Maybe it was about stringing together a bunch of small pleasures.

she looked up at the stars and gave Tibby thanks. She didn't have to throw her thoughts far to know they reached her.

maybe happiness didn't have to be about the big, sweeping circumstances, about having everything in your life in place. maybe its about stringing together a bunch of small pleasures.

Why not celebrate what you had had rather than spend your time mourning its passing? There could be joy in things that ended.

Maybe happiness didn't have to be about the big, sweeping circumstances, about having everything in your life in place.

Maybe happiness didn't have to be about big, sweeping circumstances, about having everything in your life in place. Maybe it was about stringing together a bunch of small pleasures.

Maybe you think you'll be entitled to more happiness later by forgoing all of it now, but it doesn't work that way. Happiness takes as much practice as unhappiness does. It's by living that you live more.

Desire was just the dumbest thing. You wanted what you wanted until it was yours. Then you didn't want it anymore. You took what you had for granted until it was no longer yours. This, it seemed to her, was one of the crueller paradoxes of human nature.

That seemed a sad thing about human nature - how much more time we spend thinking about what we don' have, or have lost, than about what we have.

We don't often notice the people who look after us, do we? Though we'd miss them if they weren't there

Was it only possible truly to enjoy something if you knew there was a danger that it might be taken away?

To look at everything always as though you were seeing it either for the first or last time: Thus is your time on earth filled with glory.

I pointed to my left toe show, where I'd written (in red ink, with the calligraphy pen that no longer cursed me), 'For Becca, with love from Princess Aurora.

Well, that was very kind of Claudia, but I didn't want the twines.

It was one of the best nights of my life.

Today was the kind of day when I couldn't imagine anything more worthwhile!

together. "Thank you for being such polite