Quotes About Appreciation

I used to think that. But then I realized, believe it or not, it's actually beautiful to some people. It must be, because enough people live here, and they can't all think it's ugly.' 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.

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 fifteen days, maybe another fifty years- I like living as if I only have that two days.

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

Die meisten Menschen vergessen, dass es häufig die kleinen Dinge sind, die zählen. Alle sind so damit beschäftigt, an Orten des Wartens zu warten.

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

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

I'm still here, and I'm grateful, because otherwise I would be missing this. Sometimes it's good to be awake. "So not today," I sing. "Because she smiled at me.

I used to think that. But then I realized, believe it or not, it's actually beautiful to some people. It must be, because enough people live here, and they can't all think it's ugly." 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.

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.

I'm still here, and I'm grateful, because otherwise I would be missing this. Sometimes it's good to be awake.

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

You know what I like about you, Finch? You're interesting. You're different. And I can talk to you. Don't let that go to your head." … "You know what I like about you, Ultraviolet Remarkey-able? Everything.

I smile and tell her that all kinds of valuable things are around us - we just have to open our eyes" -Ari

Any man who looked at her forty-year-old butt like that deserved a reward.

How had it escaped her, Rosalind wondered. How had she never appreciated that her mother was a human being with her own desires and disappointments?

I will love myself, and my body, for what it can do- because it is strong enough to lift, to walk, to ride a bicyle up a hill, to embrace the people I love and hold them fully, and to nurture a new life. I will love myself because I am sturdy. Because I did not -will not- break.

Vis le moment présent. Ne prends pas de photos, n'essaye pas de saisir cet instant et de le figer pour l'éternité. Goûte à sa juste valeur le spectacle de ces lucioles.

She stepped forward and grabbed a huge romance Nina adored from the top of the pile. "Look at this! You already have it." "Yes, I know, but this is the hardback first edition. Look! It's beautiful! Never been read!

Marbled endpapers, Mr. McCredie observed, meant nothing to children. But they meant a lot to those who loved color and beauty and stories that would never end.

Comment aurais-tu pu apprécier à quel point la vie peut être belle, si elle n'avait jamais été pourrie?

Al die jaren hebben je gebracht waar je nu bent, hield ze zichzelf voor. Die jaren waren onontbeerlijk geweest. Als je gelukkig was geboren, hoe wist je dan wat het betekende om gelukkig te zijn? Hoe kon je je fijne leventje waarderen als je nooit in de shit had gezeten?

But all those years . . . all those years, she told herself, got you where you are now. All those years were necessary. If you were just happy from the day you were born, how would you ever know? How would you appreciate how good life could be if it had never been crap?

The GOLD in Golden years was identified by the sight impaired. It is actually Rust!!

Would you rather live one perfect day over and over or live your life with no perfect days but just decent ones?