Quotes About Appreciation

This is a book of warning. It is a reminder that what we have is valuable, and that sometimes we take what we value for granted. There

Each of the men I have listed seized a bit of the quicksilver of life, froze it for all time and turned, in the blaze of their creativity, to point at it and cry, Isn't this good! And it was good.

The blows of his heart might jar him loose, crash him down, but he was glad to hear them, know himself alive.

There is no cause for nostalgia save the good and life-enhancing nostalgia for the present.

Bill, when you're my age, you'll find out it's the little savors and little things that count more than big ones. A walk on a spring morning is better than an eighty-mile ride in a hopped-up car, you know why? Because it's full of flavors, full of a lot of things growing. You've time to seek and find.

Sapete che i libri hanno un po'l'odore della noce moscata o di certe spezie d'origine esotica? Amavo annusarli, da ragazzo. Signore, quanti bei libri c'erano al mondo un tempo, prima che noi vi rinunciassimo!

Riempiti gli occhi di meraviglie, vivi come se dovessi cadere morto fra dieci secondi! Guarda il mondo: è più fantastico di qualunque sogno studiato e prodotto dalle più grandi fabbriche.

This is a book of warning. It is a reminder that what we have is valuable, and that sometimes we take what we value for granted.

First and foremost, [Writing] reminds us that we are alive and that it is gift and a privilege, not a right. We must earn life once it has been awarded us. Life asks for rewards back because it has favored us with animation.

I sometimes think drivers don't know what grass is, or flowers, because they never see them slowly, she said. If you showed a driver a green blur, Oh yes! he'd say, that's grass! A pink blur! That's a rose garden! White blurs are houses. Brown blurs are cows.

Life as if you'd drop dead in ten seconds. See the world. It's more fantastic than any dream made or paid for in factories.

Llénate los ojos de asombro, vive como si fueses a morir en los próximos diez segundos. Observa el universo. Es más fantástico que cualquier sueño construido o pagado en una fábrica.

Por qué será- dijo él una vez, en la entrada del Metro-- que tengo la sensación de conocerte desde hace muchos años? -Porque le aprecio a usted- replicó ella-, y no deseo nada suyo. Y también porque nos conocemos mutuamente.

Irritations and angers aside, what about loves? What do you love most in the world? The big and little things, I mean.

He aquí la respuesta, capitán. —No entiendo. —Los marcianos descubrieron el secreto de la vida entre los animales. El animal no discute la vida, vive. No tiene otra razón de vivir que la vida. Ama la vida y disfruta la vida.

Stuff your eyes with wonder,' he said, 'Live as if you'd drop dead in ten seconds. See the world. It's more fantastic than any dream made or paid for in factories.

What is the greatest reward a writer can have? Isn't it that day when someone rushes up to you, his face bursting with honesty, his eyes afire with admiration and cries, "That new story of yours was fine, really wonderful!" Then and only then is writing worthwhile. Quite

hate a Roman named Status Quo!' he said to me. 'Stuff your eyes with wonder,' he said, 'live as if you'd drop dead in ten seconds. See the world. It's more fantastic than any

He, on the other hand, found great beauty behind her face, great kindness and understanding.

Once he saw her shaking a walnut tree, he saw her sitting on the lawn knitting a blue sweater, three or four times he found a bouquet of late flowers on his porch, or a handful of chestnuts in a little sack, or some autumn leaves neatly pinned to a sheet of white paper and thumb-tacked to his door.

Faber sniffed the book. Do you know that books smell like nutmeg or some spice from a foreign land?

No arruinaremos este planeta -dijo el capitán-. Es demasiado grande y demasiado hermoso. -¿Cree usted que no? Nosotros, los habitantes de la Tierra, tenemos un talento especial para arruinar las cosas grandes y hermosas.

I woke this morning and said to myself, 'Charlie, this is swell, living. Keep doing it!

Earth's crammed with heaven, and every common bush afire with God. But only he who sees takes off his shoes. The rest sit round and pluck blackberries. 1806-1861 BRITISH POET