Quotes About Appreciation

Only an idiot would fail to see God in a meal!

Life deprived of beauty is not worthy of being called human.

Poeta é aquele cara que vem atrás pegando o que usamos todos os dias e jogamos fora, e quando você se vira vê uma catedral de tampinhas de garrafa.

Y de mis autores más queridos, a los que vengo leyendo y releyendo desde hace tantos años? ¿Qué podría decir yo de Cervantes, de Kafka, de Shakespeare, de Dickens, de Faulkner, de Conrad, de Chéjov, de Borges, de Quevedo...? Apenas nada. Ni siquiera me he parado a pensar en ello.

Every day I wake up and I lay in bed counting my blessings and saying my prayers for how fortunate I am to have great fans and health and family.

This is one of the blessings of the urban nature project: without the overtly magnificent to stop us in our tracks, we must seek out the more subversively magnificent. Our sense of what constitutes wildness is expanded, and our sense of wonder along with it.

As we work to know the life that surrounds us, we stand in a lineage of naturalists — past, present, and even future. We join the "cloud of witnesses" who refuse to let the more-than-human world pass unnoticed.

Flowers have spoken to me more than I can tell in written words. They are the hieroglyphics of angels, loved by all men for the beauty of the character, though few can decipher even fragments of their meaning.

Looking back at that evening was almost better than experiencing it the first time, because it did not go faster than I could manage it, I did not have to worry about my part, and I was not distracted by doubt, because I knew how it would come out. I relived it so often, it might have happened just so that I could relive it later.

Once she was gone, every memory was suddenly precious, even the bad ones, even the times I was irritated with her, or she was irritated with me. Then it seemed a luxury to be irritated.

Flowers have spoken to me more than I can tell in written words. They are the hieroglyphics of angels, loved by all men for the beauty of their character, though few can decipher even fragments of their meaning.

ô literatura! Por que as coisas nos parecem sempre belas quando protegidas pela distância?

We never appreciated our dominie aright till now. But now no one can praise him too highly. The cause of this his sudden rise in public estimation is a very simple one. He has been called to a New York City parish. And he has accepted the call. This is a curious world, and the most curious part of it is the Church. While he stayed we grumbled at him. Now he leaves we grumble because he is going.

When we finish a book, why do we hold it in both hands and gaze at it as if it were somehow alive?

America has not always been kind to its artists and scholars. Somehow the scientists always seem to get the penthouse while the arts and humanities get the basement.

She turns around. Nice ass. Bad, too. Please let me some day kick as much of it as she does.

The commonplace deserves every bit as much attention as the sublime.

God appreciated beauty in all its forms. Flora conceded the point in theory but remained firm in the belief that her idol deserved an admirer with more rigorous standards.

So many men treat their wives badly, or indifferently, or with barely contained impatience. Josh doesn't mind-- no that's not right--he insists on openly showing his love and respect for me.

SECRET #46 Hold on to the good parts for as long as you can.

One Valentine's Day I woke up to find that my husband had laid a trail of red hearts from the bed and halfway around the house to my present. The gift was small because we didn't have much money but I was touched to the heart by the effort he had made to surprise and please me.

Maybe the grass is greener on the other side depends who was standing in it. Sometimes you have to go over there and look.

Before 1802, cirrus, cumulus, and altostratus clouds hadn't been given names. Untitled before 1802, the shapes were present in the sky, ethereal or ephemeral, presumably since the big bang, but un-designated, until they needed to be. Why then? The world hasn't been fully seen, until it is named.

When we are focused constantly on the next thing—the next dress, the next car, the next job, the next vacation, the next home improvement—we hardly experience the gifts of that which we have now.