Quotes About Gratitude

idlewild adj. feeling grateful to be stranded in a place where you can't do much of anything—sitting for hours at an airport gate, the sleeper car of a train, or the backseat of a van on a long road trip—which temporarily alleviates the burden of being able to do anything at any time and

scabulous adj. proud of a certain scar on your body, which is like an autograph signed to you by a world grateful for your continued willingness to play with her, even if it hurts.

I'm alive. I'm safe. And life's a gift. Okay the gift sucks a bit at the moment, sort of like getting a pair of oversized pyjamas for Christmas when what you really wanted was an iPod, but I need to make every moment count.

Count your age by friends, not years. Count your life by smiles, not tears.

We often hear of bad weather, but in reality, no weather is bad. It is all delightful, though in different ways. Some weather may be bad for farmers or crops, but for man all kinds are good. Sunshine is delicious, rain is refreshing, wind braces us up, snow is exhilarating. As Ruskin says, "There is really no such thing as bad weather, only different kinds of good weather."

As America celebrates Memorial Day, we pay tribute to those who have given their lives in our nation's wars.

Some people say, "If you have got nothing good to say, don't say it." I say, "If you have lots of good things to say, why not say them?" - John Magee

Biblical stewardship produces a spiritual fragrance in the people who live it.

Finding heaven while still on earth is one thing. What do we do with it once we've got it?

This is not to say, there never comes a day I'll take my chances and start again. And when I look behind on all my younger times, I'll have to thank the wrongs that led me to a love so strong.

Take all of your wasted honor Every little past frustration Take all of your so-called problems, Better put 'em in quotations

What an ingrate I would be to curse the fate that concludes the blessed life I've led.

before their time, but that isn't the truth. What God and good luck provide we must accept with gratitude. Our time is our time. It's up to us to make the most of it, make it amount to more than the sum of our days.

In prison, I fell in love with my country. I had loved her before then, but like most young people, my affection was little more than a simple appreciation for the comforts and privileges most Americans enjoyed and took for granted. It wasn't until I had lost America for a time that I realized how much I loved her.

What God and good luck provide we must accept with gratitude. Our time is our time. It's up to us to make the most of it, make it amount to more than the sum of our days.

the best of life is life lived quietly, where nothing happens but our calm journey through the day, where change is imperceptible and the precious life is everything.

People said you had to be careful whom you lost your virginity to, because you would become attached, you would want to do it again, you would never get over it. Indeed, even though it had been one of the most painful experiences of my life, still what I felt toward him was something like gratitude, and a feeling of submission that was hard to differentiate from desire—because you had to submit to something.

It was the golden time of year. Every day the leaves grew brighter, the air sharper, the grass more brilliant. The sunsets seemed to expand and melt and stretch for hours, and the brick façades glowed pink, and everything got bluer. How many perfect autumns did a person get?

When you're in love, every day is like a present you get to open.

be present and celebrate the holiday instead of wishing it over. After all, one is given only a certain number of Christmases in one's life.

and most especially the opportunity to hug our loved ones wherever we want, whenever we want. We honor the ones we have lost. What are we talking about in 2023? We are talking about our shared grief. We are talking about our collective gratitude.

One of the best feelings in the world was finding something you were sure you'd lost forever.

She was conscious of being alive and being present: a clear night, a golden beach, good food.

What are we talking about in 2023? We are talking about our shared grief. We are talking about our collective gratitude.