Quotes About Appreciation

I like to bless with love all that is in my life now —

In offering up our gratitude, we open ourselves to receiving and living in a state of grace. This is the gift of the Goddess, and she is longing to bestow it on us all. Being so grateful even before you receive—this is the stuff that creates miracles.

Do you know what I've learned, after three decades of death?" Gamache asked, leaning toward the agent and lowering his voice. Despite himself, the agent leaned forward. "I've learned how precious life is.

Her voice was slightly accented but her French was perfect. Someone who'd not just learned the language but loved it. And it showed with every syllable. Gamache knew it was impossible to split language from culture. That without one the other withered. To love the language was to respect the culture.

Peter's a lucky man except in one respect, he doesn't seem to know how lucky he is.

He stared for ten seconds or more, which, when eating a chocolate cake isn't much, but when staring, is.

In a life filled with great good fortune of health, of creativity, of friends, living in safety and privilege with the loving partner. There was just one bit of misfortune in his life and that was that Peter Morrow seemed to have no idea how very fortunate he was.

Do you know the sums that I do?" "I count my blessings.

but you can never say it too often. You can never let someone know too often that they're precious, that they're missed.

He knew in his heart that anything that offered such peace had great value.

You gave him The Gashlycrumb Tinies?" asked Stephen. "By Edward Gorey? Oh, I think I really do love you," he said to Ruth.

And she now knew the miracle wasn't the banana, it was the hand that offered the banana.

That's what I believe," said Ruth. "Peter didn't. Here was a man who was given everything. Talent, love, a peaceful place to live and create. And all he had to do was appreciate it." "And if he didn't?" "He would remain stone. And the deities would turn on him. They do, you know. They're generous, but they demand gratitude.

You can never let someone know too often that they're precious.

But he'd found his answer when he'd found Reine-Marie, had loved and married her and loved her more each day. He knew then how kind God had been not to take one and leave the other. Even for him.

To enjoy a freedom they no longer took for granted.

Peter's a lucky man," he said. "Except in one respect. He doesn't seem to know how lucky he is.

she'd forgotten snow could be quite so beautiful. Snow, in her experience, was something that needed to be removed. It was a chore that fell from the sky. But

Does it matter that the sausages are local? I'm just going to eat them, not make friends and go to the cinema with them.

I think how the world is still somehow beautiful even when I feel no joy at being alive within it.

There are probably seven persons, in all, who really like my work; and they are enough. I should write even if I were the only patient reader, for my aim is merely self-expression.

Let us be thankful that there is no court by which we can be excluded from our share in the inheritance of the great poets of all ages and countries, to which our simple humanity entitles us.

A kind word will give more pleasure than a present.

Many a blessing has been recognized too late.