Quotes About Appreciation

We must have felt what it is to die, that we may appreciate the enjoyments of life.

In questo mondo non ci sono né felicità ne infelicità, esiste solo il confronto tra una condizione e l'altra, ecco tutto. Solo chi abbia provato l'estremo dolore è in grado di percepire l'estrema felicità. Bisogna aver voluto morire per sapere quanto è bello vivere.

To despise flowers is to offend God. The more beautiful the flower is, the more does one offend God in despising it. The tulip is the most beautiful of all flowers. Therefore, he who despises the tulip offends God beyond measure.

Adev?rat, monseniore. M? simt fericit de când m? aflu aici È™i numai pentru c? m? aflu aici. Privesc cu o bucurie plin? de înduioÈ™are casele, copacii, drumurile, pe care un str?in nici nu poate s? le bage de seam?. Hot?rât, nu respiri bine, cred eu, decât aerul pe care l-ai respirat în ziua când ai venit pe lume!

Monte Cristo could not let this proof of affection go unacknowledged, and it not his hand but both arms that he opened to greet him, saying, in a voice full of emotion: 'Morrel, it is a fine day for me when I feel myself to have gained the affection of a man such as you.

Trebuie sa fi vrut sa mori ca sa stii cat de placut e sa traiesti.

I'm treating you like a relative. I don't pay enough for the privilege.

To be known so well by someone is an unimaginable gift. But to be imagined so well by someone is even better.

We do treat books surprisingly lightly in contemporary culture. We'd never expect to understand a piece of music on one listen, but we tend to believe we've read a book after reading it just once.

Feel lucky for what you have when you have it. Isn't that the point? Happily ever after doesn't mean happy forever. The ever after, what precisely was that? Your dreams, your life, your death, your everything. Was it the blank space that went on without us? The forever after we were gone?

How could I have been so stupid to ignore everything I'd had in my life? The color red alone was worth kingdoms.

and from then on whenever he smells lilacs he'll think about this moment. How the bees were circling above him, how purple the ink on the leaflets he's been distributing suddenly seemed, how he realized, all at once, just how beautiful a woman can be.

I never once stopped to consider that what you are given can also be taken away.

Be grateful if you have walked through the world with another's heart in your hand.

You are the one who taught me that love was never what we expected it to be and that it was all we needed. For that, and for a thousand other things, I send my gratitude.

We know what we need when we get it, Brock Stewart had once said. Elinor understood this to be true whenever she heard Jenny in the hallway, when she looked up from her work in the garden to see a light burning in the kitchen. She knew it when the kettle on the back burner of the stove whistled, when the back door opened and shut, when the house she lived in wasn't empty. She hadn't understood how alone she'd been until she was no longer alone. She had cut herself off...

When a person accepted a gift from someone, she was accepting the way the giver felt about her as well, any fool knew that.

Feel lucky for what you have when you have it. Isn't that the point? Happily ever after doesn't mean happy forever.

You don't need wealth to appreciate something beautiful.

Somehow, what they'd had was already over, and she hadn't even been aware of the end. This happened with roses: it was possible to take them for granted all summer as they wound along fences and gates, and then in September, when they faded, how beautiful they'd once been suddenly took hold. That was when people began to yearn for them, and all winter long they'd watch the bare branches for buds, vowing that this time they'd be grateful for all that they had.

Maybe he understands that saying thank you can be just as hard as saying good-bye.

The doctor thought of his old horse in the field whom he missed more than he ever would have thought possible. He thought of Liza Hull kissing her baby good-bye, and of his grandson in his hospital bed, and of all the people he'd seen enter this world and those he'd helped leave it behind. He was a lucky man to be sitting beside Elinor in the garden in the last green days of May. He had loved her for so many years, he would just go on doing it, with or without her.

When she'd been married she had been to busy to notice that the world was beautiful. Or perhaps she'd known and had forgotten.

She didn't thank Ben, and she probably should have, but maybe he knows that she's grateful. Maybe he understands that saying thank you can be just as hard as saying good-bye.