Quotes About Gratitude

They keep us so hungry that we can't do anything but worry about where our next meal is coming from. They keep us hungry for so long that we are grateful for whatever little food we get.

We all fail to appreciate each day just how much we already possess. Light, air, freedom, the companionship of friends.

When the dog bites, when the bee stings... I simply remember I have a boyfriend and suddenly things don't seem quite so completely shit.

I mean, when I think about it, what's more important? Clothes - or the miracle of new life?

A party like this isn't about the surprise factor. It's about someone going to so much trouble that it just... overwhelms you.

Love. This is a lorry, not a Ferrari.

I collapse on my pillows in relief, my heart pounding. Thank fuck. I don't have a child. And

And just so you know, Lexi... I love you. Really? I beam delightedly before I can stop myself. I mean... fab. Thanks very much!

gaze at it in bewilderment. How can something so perfect just be waiting for me? Did the Christmas-present gods see me coming?

That's really lovely, Daniel," I manage. "Thanks very much." "Happy birthday to you Ã¢â'¬Â¦

as I survey the faces that I love so dearly, I feel a kind of contentment. So we're not flash. So we're not moneyed. So we don't have all the answers or know exactly where we're going. We'll still be all right, our family. We'll be all right.

You saved my life, Fixie. To repay you that is impossible. Just know that from now on I owe you everything.

Happy Birthday Dear Samantha From Us All. It's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. My throat is tight. No one's ever made a cake for me in my life before.

Unwanted favours gain no gratitude.

Men of ill judgment oft ignore the good that lies within their hands, till they have lost it.

Neoptolemus: I am glad to see you and take you as a friend. For one who knows how to show and accept kindness will be a better friend than any possession.

It's little I ask, and get still less, but quite enough for me.

Even in these straits our life is not as pitiful as you'd think, so long as we find joy in every hour.

One must wait until evening to see how splendid the day has been.

I owe more to the dead, with whom I will spend a much longer time, than I will ever owe to the living.

Say, can the mind be noble, where the stream Of gratitude is withered from the spring?

It's little I ask for, and still less I get, yet it is enough for me.

One word frees us from all the weight and pain of life: That word is love.

We all have angels guiding us. They look after us. They heal us, touch us, and comfort us with invisible warm hands. What will bring their help? Asking. Giving thanks.