Quotes About Appreciation

There's nothing nicer than unexpected appreciation. Hallmark doesn't make a card for everything, so sometimes we make a judgment call. No, I don't mean texting. My motto is: if you're grateful, get a pen.

I like you very much. Just as you are.

We relish news of our heroes, forgetting that we are extraordinary to somebody too.

It is not as though she's greedy for happiness, but she wishes that she'd been able to recognize it completely when she had it.

I do eat well. I try to love my body. That is what I tell my daughter. I say, 'Love every bite of food. Love your body. We're all going to be dead soon.' Actually I don't say that last thing to her.

Everything has its wonders, even darkness and silence, and I learn, whatever state I am in, therein to be content.

the world is full of signs and wonders that come, and go, and if you are lucky you might see them. Once, twice. Perhaps never again.

Someone once told me that every writer has a subject that underlies everything they write. It can be love or death, betrayal or belonging, home or hope or exile. I choose to think that my subject is love, and most specifically love for the glittering world of non-human life around us.

It's so beautifully made,' she said. 'It's like a Prada shoe.

I remember Mum repeatedly telling us we had good hearts and good brains. When she said that we'd say 'thanks' and it might have sounded as if we were thanking her for seeing us that way but actually we were thanking her for giving us whatever goodness was in us.

He was drinking Harriet's favourite, cold tea... not iced tea, but hot tea that had cooled. They liked him so much. They liked the way he talked when he talked and they liked his quiet when he was quiet.

know the risk I run when I find fault with people more often than I look for something to appreciate. It's like having grit in your eye; you see less and less of the real person standing right in front of you and more and more of the grit in your eye.

Have you forgotten about our fox? The one who now had an eye for beauty, and an inclination to set it apart from other things . . .

When she said that we'd say "thanks" and it might have sounded as if we were thanking her for seeing us that way but actually we were thanking her for giving us whatever goodness was in us.

have liked for him to say my name again, though. You know how it is when someone says your name really well, like it means something that makes the world a better place. In Louis Chen's case, he sometimes says my name as if it were a lesser-known word for bacon.

She'd left me her husband, who didn't expect much from me. He'd had his great love. And now he was willing, determined even, to be amused, to belly laugh at the slightest provocation, to appreciate heart-shaped pieces of toast as tokens of my affection.

Teacher appreciation makes the world of education go around.

Jolly' is about slapping on a smile and making the best of what you've got. It's the fleeting moments of joy, and laughter, and dogs pushing trollies outside Lidl, that all of us can notice and celebrate. Happiness is in the small things. So stay 'jolly'.

Maybe I should start my happiness project by trying to be more grateful for what I've got,

we will see in others, as the Course puts it, a "beauty that will enchant you, and will never cease to cause you wonderment at its perfection."10 And the beauty we see in them we will then recognize in ourselves.

When you ask God for a gift, Be thankful if he sends, Not diamonds, pearls or riches, but the love of real true friends.

Life is too short to drink the house wine.

I do think it's a very uneven exchange of Christmas presents. You'll eat yours up in a week and have nothing left to show for it by New Year's Day. I'll have mine till the day I die - and die happy in the knowledge that I'm leaving it behind for someone else to love. I shall sprinkle pale pencil marks through it pointing out the best passages to some book-lover yet unborn.

I shall sprinkle pale pencil marks through it pointing out the best passages to some book lover yet unborn.