Quotes About Appreciation

Live each day as if it were the last day of your life because, so far, it is.

What have you learned from those times when life was easy?

I think I've got a map in my car that wants to be used, and I think there are places we can go that need to be seen. Maybe no one else will ever visit them and appreciate them or take the time to think they're important, but maybe even the smallest places mean something. And if not, maybe they can mean something to us.

The problem with people is they forget that most of the time it's the small things that count. Everyone's so busy waiting in the Waiting Place. If we stopped to remember that there's such a thing as a Purina Tower, we'd all be happier.

There is only now, and if now is only two days, then two days is your life and everything in it will be in proportion. None of us knows how long we have, maybe another month, maybe another fifty years -I like living as if I only have two days

most of the time it's the small things that count

Here's what I think: I think I've got a map in my car that wants to be used, and I think there are places we can go that need to be seen. Maybe no one else will ever visit them and appreciate them or take the time to think they're important, but maybe even the smallest places mean something. And, if not, maybe they can mean something to us. At the very least, by the time we leave, we know we will have seen it. So come on. Let's go. Let's count for something.

The problem with people is they forget that most of the time it`s the small things that count.

The problem with people is they forget that most of the time it's the small things that count. Everyone's so busy waiting in the Waiting Place. If we stopped to remember that there's such a thing as a Purina Tower and a view like this, we'd all be happier." For

I remember him standing next to me at Hoosier Hill, smiling out at the ugly trees and the ugly farmland and the ugly kids as if he could see Oz. 'Believe it or not, it's actually beautiful to some people..' So I decide to see it through his eyes.

maybe even the smallest places mean something. And if not, maybe they can mean something to us.

The why is that none of it matters. Not school, not cheerleading, not boyfriends or friends or parties or creative writing programs or…" She waves her arms at the world. "It's all just time filler until we die." "Maybe. Maybe not. Whether it's filler or not, I'm pretty glad to be here." If there's anything I've learned, it's that you need to make the most of it.

I think I've got a map in my car that wants to be used, and I think there are places we can go that need to be seen. Maybe no one else will ever visit them and appreciated them or take the time to think they're important, but maybe even the smallest places mean something. And if not, maybe they can mean something to us.

I think there are places we can go that need to be seen. Maybe no one else will ever visit them and appreciate them or take the time to think they're important, but maybe even the smallest places mean something. And if not, maybe they can mean something to us. At the very least, by the time we leave, we know we will have seen it, this great state of ours. So come on. Let's go. Let's count for something. Let's get off that ledge.

You shouldn't spend all your time worrying about the love that leaves, because then you might overlook the love that was always there.

We do not Rember days, we remember moments.

No one will ever know what her belief and enthusiasm meant at that particular time in my life. I wake up every day counting my lucky stars for Kerry and all the fantastic folks at Levine Greenberg Rostan (special thanks to Monika Verma and Elizabeth Fisher). They make me lovely.

Thank you to my family and friends for unwavering support, even when I am insufferably consumed by my work (which is most of the time). I couldn't do it without you.

Thanks most of all to my beautiful mother and fellow author, Penelope Niven, who made the world lovelier just by being in it.

I feel like I'm living for these moments.

He smiles out at the ugly trees and the ugly farmland and the ugly kids as if he can see Oz. As if he can really, truly see the beauty that's there. In that moment I wish I could see it through his eyes. I wish he had glasses to give me.

me—everything might just explode. I keep my eyes on the road. "You know what I like about you, Ultraviolet Remarkey-able? Everything." "But I thought you didn't like me." And then I look at her. She raises an eyebrow at me. I

This is the single loveliest thing anyone's ever done for me. It's movie lovely.

Cesare Pavese, believer in the Great Manifesto, wrote, "We do not remember days, we remember moments.