Quotes About Appreciation

All the small, simple, conscious acts of living a sudden defense against the dying we do every day.

I mean that she was complicated. Everybody is," Ling said quietly. "Don't erase her like that. She deserves better.

In the end, I take my shoes off and stick my feet in, letting the lukewarm water lick at my ankles. It feels good, and not just because I'm stoned. I make a mental note to add this to Dulcie's list of things worth living for. For some reason, I keep seeing her rolling her eyes at me, that big, goofy grin stretching her face like Silly Putty. On my private list, I add her smile. She doesn't have to know.

Taylor clapped for attention. "Miss New Mexico, let's not get all down in the bummer basement where the creepy things live. There are people in heathen China who don't even have airline trays. We have a lot to be grateful for.

They see her differently now, as somebody. And isn't that what everyone wants? To be seen?

SPENCE, THAT DOUR, IMPOSING LADY EAST OF LONDON, has grown a friendly face in my absence. I've never been so happy to see a place in all my sixteen years. Even the gargoyles have lost their fierceness. They are like wayward pets who haven't the sense to come in from the roof and so we let them live there, glaring but cheerful.

Miss New Mexico stared, dumbfounded. Stand out? Stand out? I have a freaking tray stuck in my forehead! She broke into fresh sobs. Taylor clapped for attention. Miss New Mexico, let's not get all down in the bummer basement where the creepy things live. There are people in heathen China who don't even have airline trays. We have a lot to be grateful for.

People who were helpful and indispensable were loved. Weren't they?

Sam! - Sam said hugging himself. - You're welcome. Don't mention it.

Isn't it enough that this world exists?... Wai-Mae asked. No, Ling said. I want to know how it works. I just want to be happy, Wai-Mae said.

She's great company; she plays a mean hand of gin; and I like holding her hand almost as much as yours. What more do I need?

Perhaps some day it will be pleasant to remember even this.' " Mykolos

Do you build up or do you destroy? What do you communicate to your husband when he walks in the door after work? Genuine encouragement, or dissatisfaction? Does your face light up when he talks to you, or does he see sneers and a lack of trust? A man can have everything outside of the home, but if the sincere respect of his wife and children is missing, he can be totally emasculated.

Sometimes what is most important to us is not obvious and can be seen only by how we respond to our husbands in everyday life.

I was raised by a woman who knows her own worth, and her daughters firmly believe that life is much better for a woman when a man has to work really hard to get her. It's human nature to take better care of something you've worked for, whether it's a car or a wife.

When we're married and he looks at me sitting beside him at the table, he should feel as if he's fought a great battle and accomplished something—namely, winning me. He'll treasure me more. I like being treasured.

As the morning wore on, she was grateful

Thanks for everything, Daisy," he said, and as he passed the big woman, he kissed her lightly on the cheek. "You're the best cook north of New Orleans." She beamed at the compliment, then made herself glower. "You just get on out of here and stop takin' up my time, you fancy-talkin' man!" Steven

caught up in causes and concerns and plans for the future and forget what truly mattered—loving and being loved, in the present moment.

He had a tenderness in him, and a streak of poetry, and she knew he loved the land for far more than its ability to sustain him.

It was a gift. The

That gesture was intended as, in itself, a political act. And the editors were not simply proposing that modernist art and literature could be appreciated regardless of one's politics; they were committed to explaining why an appreciation for modernism was consistent with political progressivism.

Often the greatest poverty comes when we fail to realize what we have, just as the greatest deception comes when we do not know who we are.

My family's loud. Not big, but definitely demonstrative. My father still grabs my mother around the waist and tries to lure her into dark corners. As an adult, I appreciate their relationship. As a kid...Hell, we were scared to death not to announce ourselves before walking down a darkened hall.