Quotes About Appreciation

I think everything has value, absolute value, a child, a house, a day's work, the sky. But nothing will save us. We were never meant to be saved. What were we meant for then? To love the whole damned world.

You loved the world for its own sake or not at all.

We're lucky we don't have to share. Lots of people have to—you told me so yourself." "Share?" Gittel had looked appalled. Chaim remembered the face she'd made at the time, adding, "Papa, we have so little, how could we possibly share?" He'd looked at her, shook his head. "Many people have far less, and that you must never forget.

Aren't you something, Grandma said. I never saw a midget up close. Little person, Briggs said. And I never saw anyone as old as you up close, either.

Thank God for small favors.

There's no tab. And there's no price for what we give each other. Not ever. Not financial. Not emotional. I have to get back to work.

He rushed to the dish, crammed everything into his cheeks, and rushed back to his soup can, where he hunkered in butt side out, vibrating with happiness and good fortune. That's the neat part about a hamster. It doesn't take much to make a hamster happy.

real nice for him." The corners of

Whose birthday?" I asked. "No one's," Connie said. "We're celebrating that you're not dead.

Maybe that's why God gave us death. So, we remember to love what's alive.

When you started thinking it was easy, you were forgetting what it cost.

I couldn't imagine owning beauty like my mothers. I wouldn't dare.

What can I say about life? Do I praise it for letting you live, or damn it for allowing the rest?

You paid for every second of beauty you managed to steal.

Life should always be like this. ... Like lingering over a good meal.

their eager eyes unlocking the secrets of the human form. who could just look at it as it is, without prettying it up or emphasizing its awfulness

She cut a small piece of the gravalax and put it on a piece of black bread, daintily spooned a bit of dill sauce onto it, and ate it like it was the last piece of food in the world. I tried to imitate her, eating so slowly, tasting the raw pink fish and the coarse, sour bread, salt and sugar around the rind, flavors and scents like colors on a palette, like the tones in music.

Worth. He made you feel worthwhile. That was his gift.

Well, anyone could buy a green Jaguar, find beauty in a Japanese screen two thousand years old. I would rather be a connoisseur of neglected rivers and flowering mustard and the flush of iridescent pink on an intersection pigeon's charcoal neck.

God gave you everything just to take it away. Just so you knew exactly what you were missing.

Those who love poetry, even my unreadable foreign brand, are a tender breed.

Carolee bought me a mirror for my purse and Owen and Peter gave me a lizard in a jar with a bow. From Davey I got a big sheet of cardboard on which he'd taped animal scat and Xeroxes of animal tracks to match, with carefully printed labels.

Well, anyone could buy a green Jaguar, find beauty in a Japanese screen two thousand years old. I would rather be a connoisseur of neglected rivers and flowering mustard and the flush of iridescent pink on an intersection pigeon's charcoal neck.

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