Quotes About Gratitude

A surgeon in charge of my surgery rotation said that he knew who I was but that he was going to treat me as if I was normal. I sincerely thanked him and told him I would try to act that way.

Start living right here, in each present moment. When we stop dwelling on the past or worrying about the future, we're open to rich sources of information we've been missing out on—information that can keep us out of the downward spiral and poised for a richer life.

Oh Shnorhk, how beautifully you speak Armenian, the third thing I miss most about you. The second thing I miss most about you: how beautifully you play. Shnorhk not say anything. What trying to say only take away. Shnorhk just scald throat with more tea and eat cake after cake. Grateful still, in the end, that Mnatsagan, always kind, is kind enough not to say the first thing he miss so much.

Goodbye, Papa, you saved me. You taught me to read. No one can play like you. I'll never drink champagne. No one can play like you. -Liesel

Why me?' I ask God. God says nothing. I laugh and the stars watch. It's good to be alive.

It's about glowing lights and small things that are big.

Yet each day, he managed to unravel and straighten himself, disgusted and thankful. Wrecked, but somehow not torn into pieces.

Thank you. For Max Vandenburg, those were the two most pitiful words he could possibly say, rivaled only by I'm sorry. There was a constant urge to speak both expressions, spurred on by the affliction of guilt.

It could be worse. I could be you.

A Jew had once saved his life and he couldn't forget that. He couldn't join a party that antagonized people in such a way... Like many of the Jews believed, he didn't think the hatred could last...

Why me?" I ask God. God says nothing. I laugh and the stars watch. It's good to be alive.

He [Rudy] placed the smiling teddy bear cautiously onto the pilot's shoulder. The tip of its ear touching his throat. the dying man breathed it in, He spoke. In English, he said 'Thank you.

A few nights later, however, Hans Hubermann came home with a box of eggs. "Sorry, Mama." He placed them on the table. "They were all out of shoes.

is there cowardice in the acknowledgment of fear? Is there cowardice in being glad that you lived?

Only when she got up to leave did she notice the three imitation-gold medals sitting next to her. She knocked on the Steiners' door and held them out to him. "You forgot these." "No, I didn't." He closed the door and Liesel took the medals home. She walked with them down to the basement and told Max about her friend Rudy Steiner.

She was holding desperately on to the words who had saved her life.

sintió que su cuerpo se arrugaba y se hacía una pelota, como una página llena de tachones arrojada a la papelera. Como basura. Sin embargo, día tras día conseguía estirarse y alisarse, indignado y agradecido. Destrozado, pero no hecho pedazos.

A mosquito sings in my ear, and I almost feel grateful for the company. I'm even tempted to sing along. It

In mid-February, when she turned ten, Liesel was given a used doll that had a missing leg and yellow hair. "It was the best we could do," Papa apologized. "What are you talking about? She's lucky to have that much," Mama corrected him.

You ate it up and you didn't ask for more, and you didn't complain.

MÄ›la narozeniny, ale dárek dala ona mÄ›.

Goodbye, papa, you saved me. you taught me to read. No one can play like you. I'll never drink champagne. no one can play like you.

fell to my knees, hugged Uncle Roman, and wept.

He sido tan feliz desde que nos hemos conocido, he sentido tan intensa y plenamente, que me bastaría para toda mi vida. Es como si ya me hubieran otorgado con creces la ración que me corresponde. Si nunca más fuera dichoso, no tendría derecho a quejarme.