Quotes About Appreciation

No imagines las cosas ausentes como ya presentes antes bien, selecciona entre las presentes las más favorables y a la vista de esto, recuerda como las buscarías si no estuvieran presentes. Pero al mismo tiempo ten precaución, no vaya a ser que por complacerte hasta tal punto en su disfrute te habitúes a sobrestimarlas, de manera que, si alguna vez no estuvieran presentes, pudieras sentirte inquieto

Does anything genuinely beautiful need supplementing? No more than justice does—or truth, or kindness, or humility. Are any of those improved by being praised? Or damaged by contempt? Is an emerald suddenly flawed if no one admires it? Or gold, or ivory, or purple? Lyres? Knives? Flowers? Bushes?

Whatever is beautiful owes its beauty to itself, and when it dies its beauty dies with it. Praise adds nothing to beauty, makes it neither better nor worse.

present is the only thing of which a man can be deprived, if it is true that this is the only thing which he has, and that a man cannot lose a thing if he has it not.

27. Não imagine aquilo que lhe falta como algo superior ao que você já possui. Daquilo que já possui, pensa no que é melhor, e quanto lhe custaria obtê-lo caso lhe faltasse. No entanto, ao mesmo tempo em que reflete sobre isso, evita valorizá-la ao ponto de ficar perturbado se algum dia tal coisa de fato lhe for retirada.

Think not so much of what thou hast not as of what thou hast: but of the things which thou hast select the best, and then reflect how eagerly they would have been sought, if thou hadst them not.

Ne snatri o posjedovanju onog što nemaš, radije razmišljaju o vrhunskim blagoslovima u onome što posjeduješ i stoga podsje?aj sebe koliko bi ti nedostajali da nisu ondje. No istovremeno, moraš paziti da te vlastito uživanje u njima ne navikne na ovisnost, i tako izbje?i nemir ako ih ponekad nema.

As oblivious as we can be to our own strengths, it's even easier to ignore the particular and unique strengths of others.

As for the person who is not impelled to give thanks for the procession of the stars, the alternation of day and night, the regular succession of the seasons, and the fruits which are produced for our enjoyment--how can such a person be counted as human at all?

What is it about the sound of clapping hands? It's only skin against slapping skin, so why can it make a tide turn in you? Why can it break on top of you and lift you up at the same time? Maybe it's because it's one of the most noble things humans do with their hands. I mean, think about it. Humans make fists with their hands. They use them to fight, to steal things, to hurt each other. When people clap, it's one of the few times they stand together and applaud other people.

We thought we had such problems. How were we to know we were happy?

For if the world treats you well, Sir, you come to believe you are deserving of it.

Some days I do appreciate things more, eggs, flowers, but then I decide I'm only having an attack of sentimentality, my brain going pastel Technicolor, like a beautiful-sunset greeting cards they used to make so many of in California. High-gloss hearts. The danger is grayout.

Live in the present, make the most of it, it's all you've got.

But a chair, sunlight, flowers: these are not to be dismissed. I am alive, I live, I breathe, I put my hand out, unfolded, into the sunlight.

Once in a while, Jimmy would make up a word but he never once got caught out. ... He should have been pleased by his success with these verbal fabrications, but instead he was depressed by it. The memos telling him he'd done a good job meant nothing to him; all they proved was that no one was capable of appreciating how clever he had been. He came to understand why serial killers sent helpful clues to the police.

We should think only beautiful things, as much as we can. There is so much beautiful in the world if you look around. You are only looking at the dirt under your feet, Jimmy. It's not good for you.

Flowers, for instance, because where would we be without them?

The memos that came from above telling him he'd done a good job meant nothing to him because they'd been dictated by semi-literates; all they proved was that no one at AnooYou was capable of appreciating how clever he had been. He came to understand why serial killers sent helpful clues to the police.

You young people don't appreciate things, she'd say. You don't know what we had to go through, just to get you where you are. Look at him, slicing up the carrots. Don't you know how many women's lives, how many women's bodies, the tanks had to roll over just to get that far?

But how can you have a sense of wonder if you're prepared for everything? Prepared for the sunset. Prepared for the moonrise. Prepared for the ice storm. What a flat existence that would be.

If someone wants to suck your toes, those toes should be worth sucking.

When I was younger, imagining age, I would think, Maybe you appreciate things more when you don't have much time left. I forgot to include the loss of energy. Some days I do appreciate things more, eggs, flowers, but then I decide I'm only having an attack of sentimentality, my brain going pastel Technicolor, like a beautiful-sunset greeting cards they used to make so many of in California. High-gloss hearts. The danger is grayout.

So that made me happy but the part that really made me happy was that you wanted me to be happy. That's what Thank you means.