Quotes About Appreciation

Afghans love beautiful things, but we have seen so much ugliness, we sometimes forget how wonderful a thing like a flower is

A vida é fugaz. A vida é preciosa. Temos de gozar cada momento. A sensualidade de respirar, de sentir, de querer.

Ending a conversation by showing appreciation for the interchange You emanate poise and self-confidence when you bid adieu by expressing your gratitude and praising your partner in some way. This is accomplished in much the same way as using a compliment to forward a conversation, and the same rule applies: Be genuine. Done sincerely, offering gratitude will produce a wave of goodwill and a positive association with your name.

Look. Isn't he beautiful? Drew's expression softened. Ah, Nellie. He's bald, pink, and has no teeth. What's so beautiful about that? Nellie's laugh tinkled out like musical chimes while she covered the babe back up.

He'd wasted his entire life. Such people were very dear to those of us who'd only wasted a few years.

I had the blues because I had no shoes until upon the street, I met a man who had no feet ? Denis Waitley

When I sit up here... I'm just blown away God even notices us...

One of humanity's most common character traits is ingratitude.

One cannot be a good person without gratitude, and one cannot be a happy person without gratitude. This provides a vital link between goodness and happiness.

All happy people are grateful, and ungrateful people cannot be happy. Become grateful and you will become a much happier person.

That's the great question: Who sees the miracles of daily life? And the answer is: Whoever chooses to see.

If your parents bring you no shame, be very grateful. If you're proud of them, celebrate.

Most people, like the Israelites, complain far more often than they express gratitude. People frequently register a complaint with a manufacturer or service provider, but they rarely write a note of thanks for a job well done. We would all do well to consider writing a thank you note each time we write a letter of complaint. Similarly, and more importantly, too many people criticize their spouses more often than they compliment them. That is the road to an unhappy marriage.

Expectations Undermine Gratitude, the Key to Happiness

Yes, there is a "secret to happiness"—and it is gratitude.

A poor man who can make himself satisfied with his portion will be happier than a wealthy man who does not allow himself to be satisfied with his portion

Gratitude must be constantly fed (unlike resentment, which lives on naturally), and physical reminders are essential.

I've walked through this broken life for so long and yet the detritus of my past hails down on me at the most unexpected moments. I learned in the most difficult way imaginable that you can never fully appreciate what you have until it's taken away.

I remembered seeing the lines of people who had waited for hours and hours to vote in the first democratic election in South Africa in 1994. The lines snaked on for miles. I remember wondering at the time, as U.S. voter turnout was hovering under forty percent, how long that sense of joy and appreciation for the right to vote would last and whether there was any way to revive it in America among those who have never been denied the right to vote.

She takes a bite of the custardy penne cotta and it melts into a dozen separate flavors. She can smell oranges and lemons, cherry and wood, and even the soft silk and wool of Persian carpets, the smell that she thought came from Iraq.

And as long as she could cook, she would be loved.

Lord, ye gave me a rare woman, and God! I loved her well.

It wasn't a thing I had consciously missed, but having it now reminded me of the joy of it; that drowsy intimacy in which a man's body is accessible to you as your own, the strange shapes and textures of it like a sudden extension of your own limbs.

My own eyes went to Jamie, who had come to join Fergus and Ian by the sideboard. Still here, thank God. Tall and graceful, the soft light making shadows in the folds of his shirt as he moved, a fugitive gleam from the long straight bridge of his nose, the auburn wave of his hair. Still mine. Thank God.