Quotes About Appreciation

Life's meant to be lived blind—that's how you don't take shit for granted.

When you were young, you thought time was a burden, something to be discharged as fast as possible so you could be grown-up. But it was such a bait-n-switch – when you were an adult, you came to realize that minutes and hours were the single most precious thing you had.

There was a sniffle from the crowd. At which point, Rhage's voice hissed, "What. This is beautiful, 'kay? Fuck all y'all.

Thank you for caring for my brother. He took his sunglasses off. And looked at her with total adoration.

After shoving his former clothes inside, Xcor found himself bowing at the waist. Your assistance has been much appreciated. Antoine raised his palm like he was getting ready to do a clap on the shoulder again. But once more, he caught himself and smiled instead. Knock her dead, my man. Oh, no. Xcor shook his head. That shan't be necessary. This one I like.

But then, gifts are like beauty, are they not. It is in the eye of the recipient that they find their seat, not in the hand of the giver.

Sometimes, you didn't get what you wanted. But if you had all you needed? Life was good.

She pulled back the sheet. Good God, his sex was... It's gotten so...huge Butch barked out a laugh. You say the nicest things.

This was the gift of recovery, he thought. The ability to be here in this moment with the female he loved and be fully aware, fully awake, fully present. Undiluted.

You're so beautiful." "I'm still covered," she moaned. "But it doesn't matter what you look like." He lifted his head and stared at her. "The details of size and shape don't matter to me. The fact that it is you…that is what makes it beautiful to me.

You're one in a million, John Matthew

Her deep sigh was the best compliment he'd ever been paid.

I see you, he thought. And you are beautiful to me.

Proprio non capisci, Ehlena? Con delicatezza le accarezzò il polpaccio e le sollevò il piede, posandolo sulla propria coscia. Poi, slacciando le stringhe della misera ballerina di tela Keds, mormorò: Qualunque cosa indossi... per me sarai sempre una regina.

I've said I was sorry," Qhuinn intoned. "But I don't think I've ever said thank you. So, yeah… thank you.

It was such a shame, John thought to himself, that it took death to make him appreciate the living so much.

She is more beautiful than I have words for." He lifted his eyes to Phury's. "And last night I was blessed beyond measure to serve her.

As Xcor got ready to leave the ranch just before midnight, he let his shellan check the fastenings on the bulletproof vest. She was very thorough, to the point where he had a feeling if she could have strapped herself to his chest, she would have. Capturing her hands, he kissed her fingertips one by one. "I am a lucky male, to be cared for thusly." Fates

Well…damn. It was so hard not to notice how beautiful he was, how kind, how smart and loving, how considerate.

Well, hello, beautiful … You are a sight for sore eyes.

Life. In all its mundane majesty. And you couldn't take advantage of it if you were sitting on your ass in the shadows…whether that was in actuality, or metaphorically

Humans require two things to properly bond: scarcity and the unknown. If loved ones were around forever, you'd take them for granted, and if you knew for sure that you'd be reunited, you'd never miss them. It's all part of the divine plan.

she said his name. Twice. And didn't it make him glad that even though he had no voice, his ears worked just fine.

How do you reconcile both gratitude and grief, he wondered. "Thank you," he said softly. "I'm going to love her with everything I'm worth, for the rest of my life, and I owe it all to you." "My sacrifice didn't mean shit, remember?" the angel returned. "Just enjoy true love enough for the both of us, okay?