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Quotes About Gratitude

Help is what they offer but gratitude is what they want, they roll around in it like cats in the catnip.
~ Margaret Atwood
He's coming to hate the gratitude of women. It is like being fawned on by rabbits, or like being covered with syrup: you can't get it off.
~ Margaret Atwood
For if the world treats you well, Sir, you come to believe you are deserving of it. Mary
~ Margaret Atwood
A return to traditional values. Waste not want not. I am not being wasted. Why do I want?
~ Margaret Atwood
He put his arms around me. We were both feeling miserable. How were we to know we were happy, even then? Because we at least had that: arms, around.
~ Margaret Atwood
What could be done? We thought we had such problems. How were we to know we were happy?
~ Margaret Atwood
Possible, impossible. What could be done? We thought we had such problems. How were we to know we were happy?
~ Margaret Atwood
But it's difficult to be grateful for the absence of an unknown quantity.
~ Margaret Atwood
There is nothing more onerous than enforced gratitude.
~ Margaret Atwood
Take what the moment offers. Don't close doors. Be thankful.
~ Margaret Atwood
There is so much beautiful in the world if you look around. You are looking only at the dirt under your feet, Jimmy. It's not good for you.
~ Margaret Atwood
But a chair, sunlight, flowers: these are not to be dismissed. I am alive, I live, I breathe, I put my hand out, unfolded, into the sunlight. Where I am is not a prison but a privilege, as Aunt Lydia said, who was in love with either/or.
~ Margaret Atwood
We would lie in those afternoon beds, afterwards, hands on each other, talking it over. Possible, impossible. What could be done? We thought we had such problems. How were we to know we were happy?
~ Margaret Atwood
Thank you for bringing me this fish. Thank you means: Thank you means you did something good for me. Or something you thought was good. And that good thing was giving me a fish. So that made me happy, but the part that really made me happy was that you wanted me to be happy. That's what Thank you means. No, you don't need to give me another fish. I am happy enough for now.
~ Margaret Atwood
At least, I said, she's got what she thinks she wants, and I suppose that's something.
~ Margaret Atwood
The minimalist life. Pleasure is an egg. Blessings that can be counted, on the fingers of one hand. But possibly this is how I am expected to react. If I have an egg, what more can I want?
~ Margaret Atwood
I finished my tea. This was the moment, I felt, when I should thank him graciously for his kindness and leave. Otherwise we would have to exchange the stories of our lives and I was too depressed about mine to want to do that.
~ Margaret Atwood
in this world you have to take your bits and ends of kindness where you can find them, as they do not grow on trees.
~ Margaret Atwood
IN the midst of a busy life, we can all create a space to taste and see God's goodness. This begins by recognizing food as a gift from God instead of a commodity. Every mealtime is an opportunity to be on the lookout for Christ to reveal himself in surprising ways. We can all pause in order to pay attention to the One who has provided the food before us
~ Margaret Feinberg
In a desire to help, I cleaned and tossed the leftovers for the first few days. Then I became curious, for it seemed as if the bread had been left purposely to linger on the tables. "Because it's holy," Mama Vered explained. "We offer it to the poor, and if they do not take it, we feed the birds and fish, but we never throw bread away.
~ Margaret Feinberg
alguien a quien aborrecemos nos hace un favor, despreciamos tanto a la persona como el favor.
~ Margaret George
Life's under no obligation to give us what we expect. We take what we get and are thankful it's no worse than it is.
~ Margaret Mitchell
whenever Gerald galloped around the bend in the road and saw his own roof rising through green branches, his heart swelled with pride as though each sight of it were the first sight.
~ Margaret Mitchell
Ellen closed her eyes and began praying, her voice rising and falling, lulling and soothing. Heads bowed in the circle of yellow light as Ellen thanked God for the health and happiness of her home, her family and her negroes.
~ Margaret Mitchell