Quotes About Gratitude

Blessed are those who give without remembering and take without forgetting.

I do not so much rejoice that God hath made me to be a Queen, as to be a Queen over so thankful a people.

I wake up grateful, for life is a gift.

Do some little, special thing for yourself each day. Put a candle on the table, set out a bowl of fruit, put a flower by your sink, look at the stars, take a walk, and so on.

I praise Thee while my days go on; I love Thee while my days go on: Through dark and dearth, through fire and frost, With emptied arms and treasure lost, I thank Thee while my days go on. And having in thy life-depth thrown Being and suffering (which are one), As a child drops his pebble small Down some deep well, and hears it fall Smiling so I. THY DAYS GO ON.

Instruct me how to thank thee! Oh, to shoot My soul's full meaning into future years, That they should lend it utterance, and salute Love that endures, from life that disappears!

The exchange of sympathy for gratitude is the most princely thing!

I remember, when I was a child and wrote poems in little clasped books, I used to kiss the books and put them away tenderly because I had been happy near them, and take them out by turns when I was going from home, to cheer them by the change of air and the pleasure of the new place. This, not for the sake of the verses written in them, and not for the sake of writing more verses in them, but from pure gratitude.

Some people always sigh in thanking God.

Therefore to this dog will I,Tenderly not scornfully,Render praise and favor.

This race is never grateful: from the first, One fills their cup at supper with pure wine, Which back they give at cross-time on a sponge, In bitter vinegar.

You have touched me more profoundly than I thought even you could have touched me - my heart was full when you came here today. Henceforward I am yours for everything.

Earth's crammed with Heaven, But only he who sees, takes off his shoes.

Dr. Chambers has freed me again into the drawing-room, and I am much better or he would not have done so. There is not, however, much strength or much health, nor any near prospect of regaining either. It is well that, in proportion to our feebleness, we may feel our dependence upon God.

He has resolved that I shall not miss the offices of father, brother, friend, nor the tenderness and sympathy of them all. And this man is called a mere man of the world, and would be called so rightly if the world were a place for angels. I shall love him dearly and gratefully to my last breath; we both shall....

To-day Mr. Poe sent me a volume containing his poems and tales collected, so now I must write and thank him for his dedication. What is to be said, I wonder, when a man calls you the 'noblest of your sex'? 'Sir, you are the most discerning of yours.' Were you thanked for the garden ticket yesterday? No, everybody was ungrateful, down to Flush, who drinks day by day out of his new purple cup, and had it properly explained how you gave it to

How would she know, in the end, what was her desire and what was given her?

Thank thee, Will. In mine extremity, I know I could trust in thee.

She had controlled him. Down to the breath he drew. He'd thanked her for it, and it hadn't been enough for her. Fair enough. He had, after all, defied her in the end.

It might lack of warmth, confort, and sartorial splendor, but Kit was happy simply to be clothed.

I try not to glow too much at the praise of Gabe. I'm somewhat attached to him.

There's nothing like being annoyed by different sentiences to make you really appreciate your own.

There are random moments - tossing a salad, coming up the driveway to the house, ironing the seams flat on a quilt square, standing at the kitchen window and looking out at the delphiniums, hearing a burst of laughter from one of my children's rooms - when I feel a wavelike rush of joy. This is my true religion: arbitrary moments of of nearly painful happiness for a life I feel privileged to lead.

Anything we have, we are only borrowing. Anything. Any time.