Quotes About Appreciation

Todo recuerdo de un difunto es precioso, si se le sigue estimando como cuando vivía.

Cualquier reliquia de los muertos es preciosa si se les valoró en vida

I tell you I have nearly attained my heaven; and that of others is altogether undervalued and uncoveted by me.'' Heathcliff

Opažam da ljudi u ovim krajevima cijene neke vrijednosti više od gradskih ljudi, baš kao što pauk zatvoreniku u tamnici više vrijedi nego stanarima u ku?i; no ta dublja sklonost ne ovisi potpuno o mjestu na kojem se nalazi promatra?.

More than ever was I convinced that the old way of seeing was inadequate to express this big country of ours, her depth, her height, her unbounded wildness, silences too strong to be broken - nor could ten million cameras, through their mechanical boxes, ever show real Canada. It had to be sensed, passed through live minds, sensed and loved.

Find ecstasy in life; the mere sense of living is joy enough.

I'll tell you how the sun rose, a ribbon at a time. The steeples swam in amethyst, The news like squirrels ran. The hills untied their bonnets, The bobolinks begun. Then I said softly to myself, That must have been the sun!

I hope you love birds too. It is economical. It saves going to heaven.

I lost a world the other day. Has anybody found? You'll know it by the rows of stars around it's forehead bound. A rich man might not notice it; yet to my frugal eye of more esteem than ducats. Oh! Find it, sir, for me!

The pedigree of honey does not concern the bee; A clover, any time, to him is aristocracy.

Lest Love should value less What loss would value more, Had it the stricken privilege --- It cherishes before.

The dying need but little, dear, —    A glass of water's all, A flower's unobtrusive face    To punctuate the wall, A fan, perhaps, a friend's regret,    And certainly that one No color in the rainbow    Perceives when you are gone.

XXXVII. The dying need but little, dear, —    A glass of water's all, A flower's unobtrusive face    To punctuate the wall, A fan, perhaps, a friend's regret,    And certainly that one No color in the rainbow    Perceives when you are gone.

Her Grace is all she has - And that, so least displays - One Art to recognize, must be, Another Art, to praise.

Undue significance a starving man attaches to food Far off ; he sighs, and therefore hopeless, And therefore good. Partaken, it relieves indeed, but proves us That spices fly In the receipt. It was the distance Was savory.

I took one Draught of Life— I'll tell you what I paid— Precisely an existence— The market price, they said.

I will show you the sunset if you will sit by me, but I cannot bring it there, for so much gold is heavy.

I lost a world the other day. Has anybody found? You'll know it by the row of stars Around its forehead bound. A rich man might not notice it; Yet to my frugal eye Of more esteem than ducats. Oh, find it, sir, for me!

Conosco delle vite di cui potrei fare a meno senza dolore alcuno altre un istante d'assenza delle quali sarebbe un'eternità queste ultime scarse di numero non sono nemmeno due le prime un orizzonte di moscerini facilmente supererebbero

I'm glad you were both here, I finally manage, thinking how strange it is to be standing with the two people who made you, something most kids take for granted every day of their lives.

When you wanted to savor something, it would speed by in a blur. When you wanted to get past something, it would drag on forever. Elaine

Whenever I hear of someone else's tragedy, I do not dwell on the accident or diagnosis, or even the initial shock waves or aftermath of grief. Instead, I find myself reconstructing those final ordinary moments. Moments that make up our lives. Moments that were blissfully taken for granted--and that likely would have been forgotten altogether but for what followed. The before snapshots.

I smile at my husband's unwavering thoughtfulness. Sometimes he really does seem too good to be true.

life is less about overcoming adversity and more about the power of gratitude.