Quotes About Appreciation

My mom's collard greens. No one else in the world can make them like hers. I'm not just saying that because she's my mom. She's got some Mississippi secret. I could seriously eat them every day.

Apa yang kau tangkap dari suara hujan Dari daun-daun bugenvil yang teratur mengetuk jendel. Apakah yang kau tangkap dari bau tanah Dari ricik air yang turun di selokan

Secangkir kopi yang dengan tenang menunggu kau minum itu tidak pernah mengusut kenapa kau bisa membedakan aromanya dari asap yang setiap hari kau hirup ketika berangkat dan pulang kerja di kota yang semakin tidak bisa mengerti kenapa mesti ada secangkir kopi yang tersedia di atas meja setiap pagi

I would rather see her lovely step and the motion of light on her face than chariots of Lydians or ranks of footsoldiers in arms.

For you beautiful women my mind never changes.

Wie mooi is, is mooi zolang je kijkt, wie mooi en goed is, zal mooi blijven.

How often do we find love in the world, that it should be set aside so thoughtlessly?

And how was a person to deal with such generosity? To start with, she could appreciate the beautiful things around her.

Some men can only admire independent women at a distance.

I don't mind any of the broken things. I like to figure out their stories." -George

We rush through our days so quickly and have so many little rituals that we do, day in and day out, but then a moment like the last day of school comes along.

Or perhaps all those things you missed upon first glance mean much more than you could ever guess.

How could any of us truly appreciate our lives if we had nothing else to compare them to?

You don't have to keep thanking me. I'm not Mother Teresa.

Readers are so much more important than well, just about everything.

If we don't value the people who inspire us (and money is one mark of that) then what kind of culture are we building?

Writing about the 1950s has given me tremendous respect for my mother's generation.

Didn't young people care what the generation before them had achieved? And if not, why had everyone gone through those grim difficult wartime years?

Enough It is enough for me by day To walk the same bright earth with him; Enough that over us by night The same great roof of stars is dim. I do not hope to bind the wind Or set a fetter on the sea -- It is enough to feel his love Blow by like music over me.

Oh I must pass nothing by Without loving it much, The raindrop try with my lips, The grass with my touch; For how can I be sure I shall see again The world on the first of May Shining after the rain?

You bound strong sandals on my feet, You gave me bread and wine, And sent me under sun and stars, For all the world was mine. Oh, take the sandals off my feet, You know not what you do; For all the world is in your arms, My sun and stars are you.

Oh, I could let the world go by, Its loud new wonders and its wars, BUt how will I give up the sky When winter dusk is set with stars? And I could let the cities go, Their changing customs and their creeds,– But oh, the summer rains that blow In silver on the jewel-weeds!

When I am all alone Envy me most, Then my thoughts flutter round me In a glimmering host; Some dressed in silver, Some dressed in white, Each like a taper Blossoming light; Most of them merry, Some of them grave, Each of them lithe As willows that wave; Some bearing violets, Some bearing bay, One with a burning rose Hidden away– When I am all alone Envy me then, For I have better friends Than women and men.

The kind of life I want is to be a person who would get a personal note every day.