Quotes About Appreciation

It is delightfully easy to thank God for the grace we ourselves have received, but it requires great grace to thank God always for the grace given to others.

Warriors must know that they are valued. Praise… praise from one's peers must be given when the moment is right. Without it, even the most steadfast man will eventually feel unvalued.

The secret of life is enjoying the passage of time

Because—the line of beauty is the line of beauty. It doesn't matter if it's been through the Xerox machine a hundred times.

It's crazy," she'd said, "but I'd be perfectly happy if I could sit looking at the same half dozen paintings for the rest of my life. I can't think of a better way to go insane.

It's crazy," she'd said, "but I'd be perfectly happy if I could sit looking at the same half dozen paintings for the rest of my life. I can't think of a better

Everything was bathed in a celestial light. I listened to Jack and Lars talk about pinball, motorcycles, female kick-boxing, and was heartwarmed at their attempts to include me in the conversation. Lars offered me a bong hit. The gesture was, to me, tremendously touching and all of a sudden I realized I had been wrong about these people. These were good people, common people; the salt of the earth; people whom I should count myself fortunate to know.

Si un cuadro te llega de verdad al corazón y cambia tu forma de mirar, de pensar, de sentir, no piensas: «Oh, me encanta este cuadro porque es universal» o «Me encanta este cuadro porque habla a toda la humanidad». Esa no es la razón por la que alguien ama una obra de arte. Es un susurro secreto desde un callejón: «Psss. Eh, chico. Sí, tú».

Se uma pintura realmente se nos entranha no coração e muda a maneira como vemos e pensamos e sentimos, não dizemos para connosco: Oh, adoro esta pintura porque é universal. Adoro esta pintura porque diz algo a toda a humanidade. Não é essa a razão por que quem quer que seja adora uma peça de arte.

In the reflected gaze of his (her husband's) steady admiration, she saw the face of the girl he had fallen in love with.

showed by his appetite his appreciation of Molotov's magnificent refreshments. Relaxed and fortified, he returned to his car and proceeded to recite Byron's "Childe Harold" to Sarah for the remainder of the journey to Yalta.

We should constantly be reminded of what we owe in return for what we have.

every man to read the history of his country, "to appreciate the value of our free institutions," to treasure literature and the scriptures

All sanity depends on this: that it should be a delight to feel the roughness of a carpet under smooth soles, a delight to feel heat strike the skin, a delight to stand upright, knowing the bones are moving easily under the flesh.

You have to read a book at the right time for you, and I am sure this cannot be insisted on too often, for it is the key to the enjoyment of literature.

Don't read a book out of its right time for you.

I was marvelling, again, how easy it is, living deprived, to forget love, joy, delight.

Kate won't be troubled. I don't know any gentlemen, anyway.' 'Thank you,' said Lymond.

It isn't that music doesn't matter: the reverse, as it happens. So my defences against it are very strong. Can you understand that?

Marthe said dryly, 'Philippa wishes only to say thank you, and so also do I. They say in Italy, don't they, that the boat will sink that carries neither monk, nor student, nor whore.… How good that we have Mr Blyth.' 'How good that we have Mlle Marthe,' Lymond replied. His clothes, freshly changed, were impeccable and his brushed yellow hair, free of sand, was lit guinea-gold by the gleam of the lamps. 'Of her fellow men so charming a student.

And then the blue eyes, with gentleness, scanned all her new-made body and came to rest on her eyes. 'I have begun to eat,' said Francis Crawford. 'And I have begun to slake my thirst. But in you I have found a banquet under the heavens that will serve me for ever.

I am glad then,' said Catherine, 'that there was nothing between us, rather than mediocrity.' And from the homes … of Unicornes … 'There was kindness,' he said. 'And that was a great deal.

As everyone keeps insisting, parentage doesn't matter. Love him for what he is.

Peter! Were you looking for a horse-shoe? No; I was expecting the horse, but the shoe is a piece of pure, gorgeous luck. And observation. I found it. You did. And I could kiss you for it. You need not shrink and tremble. I am not going to do it. When I kiss you, it will be an important event -- one of those things which stand out among their surroundings like the first time you tasted li-chee. It will not be an unimportant sideshow attached to a detective investigation.