Quotes About Appreciation

We are very slow in recognising in the peculiar physiognomy of a new writer the type which is labelled 'great talent' in our museum of general ideas. Simply because that physiognomy is new and strange, we can find in it no resemblance to what we are accustomed to call talent. We say rather originality, charm, delicacy, strength; and then one day we add up the sum of these, and find that it amounts simply to talent.

Then, at last, we understood that the sort of terror in which Françoise had lived of my aunt's harsh words, her suspicions and her anger, had developed in her a sentiment which we had mistaken for hatred, and which was really veneration and love.

Meus pobres pilriteirinhos!", dizia eu, chorando. "Vocês, só vocês não me dariam pesar, não me obrigariam a partir! Nunca me fizeram mal! Sempre hei de querer bem a vocês." E enxugando os olhos, eu lhes prometia, para quando fosse grande, não imitar a vida insensata dos outros homens, e, até mesmo em Paris, nos dias de primavera, em vez de ir fazer visitas e ouvir tolices, sair para os campos a ver as primeiras flores de pilriteiro.

time would come when I should have to digest the cakes that I took without noticing them.

E eu continuava resistindo. E essa resistência me custava cada vez menos esforço, porque, por muito apego que se tenha ao veneno que nos está fazendo mal, quando por uma necessidade se passa algum tempo sem ingeri-lo, não é possível deixar de apreciar o descanso, que antes era coisa desconhecida, e a ausência de emoções e sofrimentos.

A cordial nature exaggerates a friend's qualities with as much pleasure as a mischievous one finds in depreciating them.

And so it is with things that we shall later love the most. We meet them first as strangers who give us only a feeling of surprise.

Really, I find all that sort of thing too deadly. Listen, it's not always as boring as this at my parties. I hope that you will soon come and dine again as a compensation, with no pedigrees next time," she murmured, incapable both of appreciating the kind of charm which I could find in her house and of having sufficient humility to be content to appeal to me only as a herbarium, filled with plants of another day.

La vera terra dei barbari non è quella che non ha mai conosciuto l'arte, ma quella che, disseminata di capolavori, non sa né apprezzarli né conservarli.

When one has fallen in love first with one painter, then with another, one can finally admire the whole museum in a way that is not chilly, for the admiration is made of successive loves, each of which in its time was exclusive, but which have finally coalesced.

The hierophant was not even conscious of my absence. When he heard of it, he was distressed: "What, you didn't see me carving the turkeys myself?" I replied that having failed, so far, to see Rome, Venice, Siena, the Prado, the Dresden gallery, the Indies, Sarah in Phèdre, I had learned to resign myself, and that I would add his carving of turkeys to my list.

Hata, ba?kalar?n?n tatl?l???na, zekâs?na kay?ts?z kalmam?zd?r.

He had always found a peculiar fascination in tracing in the paintings of the Old Masters, not merely the general characteristics of the people whom he encountered in his daily life, but rather what seems least susceptible of generalisation, the individual features of men and women whom he knew,

Appreciate your life with greater intensity.

An artist, however modest, is always willing to hear himself preferred to his rivals, and tries only to see that justice is done them.

Weather means more when you have a garden. There's nothing like listening to a shower and thinking how it is soaking in around your green beans.

No es cuánto vivimos: supongo que en gran parte es cómo vivimos cada momento. Cada hora. Cada día".

This steak wouldn't have tasted nearly as good if I'd been lying dead at the bottom of a ravine. I lifted my martini and drank to that.

To know how to eat well, one must first know how to wait.

It's not in our nature. Americans have never been a people that drive through a nice neighborhood and say, 'Oh, I hate the people who live in these nice houses.'

Let not your mind run on what you lack as much as on what you have already.

Every day as it comes should be welcomed and reduced forthwith into our own possession as if it were the finest day imaginable. What flies past has to be seized at.

When you arise in the morning think of what a privilege it is to be alive, to think, to enjoy, to love ...

Much modern art is no longer about the appreciation of an aesthetic and skill by the likes of Rembrandt or Leonardo, but rather the interesting message and perspective that the artist is revealing about our relationship to our world.