Quotes About Appreciation

This is how you spend this afternoon, and tomorrow morning, and tomorrow afternoon. Spend the afternoon. You can't take it with you.

People love the good not much less than the beautiful, and the happy as well, or even just the living, for the world of it all, and heart's home.

It is dire poverty indeed when a man is so malnourished and fatigued that he won't stoop to pick up a penny. But if you cultivate a healthy poverty and simplicity, so that finding a penny will literally make your day, then, since the world is in fact planted in pennies, you have with your poverty bought a lifetime of days. It is that simple. What you see is what you get.

I smelled silt on the wind, turkey, laundry, leaves . . . my God what a world. There is no accounting for one second of it (267).

beauty and grace [in nature] are performed whether or not we will or sense them. The least we can do is try to be there.

Goethe's Faust risks all if he should cry to the moment, the 'augenblick', "Verweile doch!" "Last forever!" Who hasn't prayed that prayer? But the 'augenblick' isn't going to 'verweile'. You were lucky to get it in the first place. The present is a freely given canvas. That it is constantly being ripped apart and washed downstream goes without saying; it is a canvas, nevertheless.

We are here on the planet only once, and might as well get a feel for the place.

I like the slants of light; I'm a collector.

Your book is smart and beautiful. I want to have its sequels.

By now, Tally understood that nothing in the Smoke ever lost its value. Nothing was discarded or given away just because it was old or broken.

Eating breakfast by the river, Tally took time to appreciate her SwedeBalls.

Maybe he really could see past her ugly face. Maybe what was inside her did matter to him more than anything else. Tally

Even then, her mind had started to change, realizing that nature didn't need an operation to make it beautiful, it just was.

Still, she wouldn't have traded anything for this moment, standing there and looking down at the plains spread out below. Tally had spent the last four years staring at the skyline of New Pretty Town, thinking it was the most beautiful sight in the world, but she didn't think so anymore. •

So I go into our dressing room and here's this huge bouquet of roses with a card in it. So I open up the card and it reads 'The best of my love, dot dot dot.

Stevie can't, I imagine. Stevie wouldn't really want to. She would always dress up as flamboyantly as possible when she went out, so she'd be noticed. She's a different kind of person than I am. People are appreciating me for the reasons I want to be appreciated for, and not for my chiffon gown. [Laughs]

After all the world is indeed beautiful and if we were any other creature than man we might be continuously happy in it.

Things that give you heart are rare enough, better note them in your head when you find them and not forget.

There was a pretty young woman I used to see pegging out sheets and I worried that she would grow old there and that no one would know how beautiful she was. And maybe she would die without ever having really lived.

Yet surely, in the world of humans, no one goes out of their way to run down a person who hasn't really made it in the world, or whose reputation is already on the wane. And no one would pause to savour the sight or the sound of some boring bird such as a kite or a crow. So, really, it's precisely because the uguisu is supposed to be such a marvellous bird that one's perversely more aware of its failings.

You don't deserve [love] if you won't take care of it.

The gift is to the giver, and comes back to him . . ." —Walt Whitman

Real gifts don't demand reciprocation (at least not direct reciprocation), and the best kinds of gifts are gifts of art. Alcoholics

Whistling as you walk through the woods is a form of art, but you're not doing it hoping a squirrel will applaud.