Quotes About Appreciation

had said. And then, afraid she had sounded grudging, 'Thank you, Simone. You've been so very kind.' In the days before she left for Mayfield Farm, Rebecca had given Simone's house a thorough clean and tidy, as a

As Ian's father had once jokingly remarked of their gifted son, "Ian permits us to raise him because he loves us, not because he thinks we're smarter than he is. He already knows we aren't, but he doesn't want to wound our sensibilities by saying so.

Every week, Michael went to Dean and DeLuca to buy your pears. She shook her head, remembering. He waas going to school, and he had no money, so he stretched every penny like this - She made a motion as if she were pulling on rubber band. But he wanted you to have the best pears. For you, only the best would do.

my father. "Oh, it's so quaint," she said. "Isn't it quaint

Waqt rehte kar qadar Waqt guzarne pe qadar kya hain

Why did God make women so beautiful and man with such a loving heart?

You cannot exercise much power without gratitude; for it is gratitude that keeps you connected with Power.

He wants those who can appreciate beauty to be able to surround themselves with beautiful things;

be grateful to them all. This will bring you into harmonious relations with the good in everything, and the good in everything will move toward you.

He wasn't just lucky. He was someone who had the capacity to see his own luck and enjoy it. An awful lot of people who are lucky don't recognize it and make everybody else sick by complaining about their lot when everyone else knows they've had such great luck.

It reminds me too much of how little life changes: how, without dramatic events or high resolves, without tragedy, without even pathos, a reasonably endowed, reasonable well-intentioned man can walk through the world's great kitchen from end to end and arrive at the back door hungry.

Henry James says somewhere that if you have to make notes on how a thing has struck you, it probably hasn't struck you.

Sally has a smile I would accept as my last view on earth...

I had stopped my chair at that exact place, coming out, because right there the spice of wisteria that hung around the house was invaded by the freshness of apple blossoms in a blend that lifted the top of my head. As between those who notice such things and those who don't, I prefer those who do.

When we're young, we take so casually every sacrifice offered by the old.

There is a revisionist theory, one of those depth-psychology distortions or half-truths that crop up like toadstools whenever the emotions get infected by the mind, that says we hate worst those who have done the most for us. According

When she stopped short just at the lower line of the apple tress, and stood for a moment with her face lifted, I chalked one up in her favor. I had stopped my chair at the exact place, coming out, because right there the spice of wisteria that hung around the house was invaded by the freshness of apple blossoms in a blend that lifted the top of my head. As between those who notice such things and those who don't, I prefer those who do.

We simply need that wild country available to us, even if we never do more than drive to its edge and look in.

A poet looks at the world the way a man looks at a woman.

A poet looks at the world as a man looks at a woman.

This is what you should do; love the Earth and sun and the animals...

To have great poets, there must be great audiences, too.

You must not know too much, or be too precise or scientific about birds and trees and flowers and water-craft; a certain free margin, and even vagueness—perhaps ignorance, credulity—helps your enjoyment of these things, and of the sentiment of feather'd, wooded, river, or marine Nature generally.

The glories strung like beads on my smallest sights and hearings, on the walk in the street and the passage over the river.