Quotes About Gratitude

There is no shortage of good days. It is good lives that are hard to come by.

Anything you do not give freely and abundantly becomes lost to you.

Noticing and remembering everything would trap bright scenes to light and fill the blank and darkening past which was already piling up behind me. The growing size of that blank and ever-darkening past frightened me; it loomed beside me like a hole in the air and battened on scraps of my life I failed to claim. If one day I forgot to notice my life, and be damned grateful for it, the blank cave would suck me up entire.

It is dire poverty indeed when a man is so malnourished and fatigued that he won't stoop to pick up a penny. But if you cultivate a healthy poverty and simplicity, so that finding a penny will literally make your day, then, since the world is in fact planted in pennies, you have with your poverty bought a lifetime of days. It is that simple. What you see is what you get.

I smelled silt on the wind, turkey, laundry, leaves . . . my God what a world. There is no accounting for one second of it (267).

Goethe's Faust risks all if he should cry to the moment, the 'augenblick', "Verweile doch!" "Last forever!" Who hasn't prayed that prayer? But the 'augenblick' isn't going to 'verweile'. You were lucky to get it in the first place. The present is a freely given canvas. That it is constantly being ripped apart and washed downstream goes without saying; it is a canvas, nevertheless.

Maybe that was why she was helping Madeleine. She was a manipulative bitch, but Dess couldn't imagine living in any other reality than the one those manipulations had created. In a way, Dess owed the old mindcaster something. Like her life, such as it was.

Eating breakfast by the river, Tally took time to appreciate her SwedeBalls.

Still, she wouldn't have traded anything for this moment, standing there and looking down at the plains spread out below. Tally had spent the last four years staring at the skyline of New Pretty Town, thinking it was the most beautiful sight in the world, but she didn't think so anymore. •

So I go into our dressing room and here's this huge bouquet of roses with a card in it. So I open up the card and it reads 'The best of my love, dot dot dot.

After all the world is indeed beautiful and if we were any other creature than man we might be continuously happy in it.

It is always worth itemising happiness, there is so much of the other thing in a life, you had better put down the markers for happiness while you can.

Things that give you heart are rare enough, better note them in your head when you find them and not forget.

happiness creeps up on you, does it not? You never see it arrive, but one day you hesitate and you are aware that there is something... additional

My faith is firm. My mam called in the children and holding up my baby girl to the sun in the window she said to all them what I say to you, "This is the day the Lord hath made. Let us rejoice, be glad in it.

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The gift is to the giver, and comes back to him . . ." —Walt Whitman

Real gifts don't demand reciprocation (at least not direct reciprocation), and the best kinds of gifts are gifts of art.

We have a choice about where to aim the lens of our attention. We can relive past injustices, settle old grudges and nurse festering sores. We can imagine failure, build up its potential for destruction, calculate its odds. Or, we can imagine the generous outcomes we're working on, feel gratitude for those that got us here and revel in the possibilities of what's next.

Real gifts don't demand reciprocation (at least not direct reciprocation), and the best kinds of gifts are gifts of art. Alcoholics

The fact that we can't repay him is precisely why his gift is so valuable

If you appreciate a gift, consider saying, "thank you and . . .

Not proud you have, but thankful that you have. Proud can I never be of what I hate, but thankful even for hate that is meant love.

We suffer a lot the few things we lack and we enjoy too little the many things we have.