Quotes About Appreciation

I have never met the man who had vision large enough to appreciate my genius, he said simply. Perhaps it was not to be expected.

It was strange how the dullest party could be enjoyed because there was one person present whose eyes could be met for the fraction of a second, in wordless appreciation of a joke unshared by others: almost as strange as the insipidity of parties at which that person was not present.

Y'know, dear old boy- not my business- but she don't mean an ounce of harm! Only saying to George last night; dear little soul! Not up to snuff at all!' 'No, my God!' agreed the Viscount feelingly. 'Tell you what, Sherry: if I had a wife, which I'm deuced glad I haven't, I'd rather have one like your Kitten than all the Incomparables put together.' 'You would?' said Sherry, staring at him. 'I would,' said Mr. Ringwood firmly.

Frederica[ is the best person I know!' He added with unexpected naïveté: 'I daresay that seems an odd thing to say of one's sister, but it's true, and I'm not ashamed to say so! She may not be a *beauty*, like Charis, but she's - she's -' 'Worth a dozen of Charis!' supplied his lordship. 'Yes, by Jupiter, she is!' said Jessamy, his eyes kindling.

I have not always appeared to be sensible of the care you have bestowed on me, but I know now that it has been unceasing.

I find myself at one with Dr Johnson, who declared—did he not?—that one green field was just like another!

Joy is the reaction one has to the full appreciation of Being. It is one's response to finding one's rightful, rooted place in life, and it can happen only when one knows through and through that absolutely nothing is being denied or otherwise shut out of awareness.

For human nature is so made that only what is unusual and infrequent excites wonder or is regarded as of value. We make no wonder of the rising and the setting of the sun which we see every day; and yet there is nothing in the universe more beautiful, or worthy of wonder. When, however, an eclipse of the sun takes place, everyone is amazed - because it happens rarely.

Love is how we feel toward those who show us that which is lovable about ourselves.

Violet looked over at Grandfather. "You're right," she said. "She is a great singer. Even better than she sounds in her kitchen singing about cows and soup." Grandfather

If everyone were not so indolent they would realise that beauty is beauty even when it is irritating and stimulating not only when it is accepted and classic.

Silent gratitude isn't much use to anyone.

I always say that you cannot tell what a picture really is or what an object really is until you dust it every day and you cannot tell what a book is until you type it or proof-read it. It then does something to you that only reading it never can do.

After a while I murmured to Picasso that I liked his portrait of Gertrude Stein. Yes, he said, everybody says that she does not look like it but that does not make any difference, she will, he said.

She says it is a good thing to have no sense of how it is done in the things that amuse you. You should have one absorbing occupation and as for the other things in life for full enjoyment you should only contemplate results. In this way you are bound to feel more about it than those who know a little of how it is done.

Sure, she said, as Pablo once remarked, when you make a thing, it is so complicated making it that it is bound to be ugly, but those that do it after you they don't have to worry about making it and they can make it pretty, and so everybody can like it when the others make it.

I take back all the harsh things I said about your writing. It makes a picture and that is always good. But it is alright to learn to play Bach in writing too.

You love them for who they are, sure. That's the easy part. But you also love them despite who they are. That's the important part.

When you work together in a creative way, you have to be less selfish about your ideas and learn to let both parties feel valued. Of course, that's also a really great quality to have in a relationship, too.

Military spouses serve, too, and it's critical we work together to ensure our country's military spouses have the jobs they need and deserve.

Mum encouraged my love of history. She was always dragging me off to visit historic properties, and then I reached an age when I suddenly appreciated it. We have a big overlap in interests and often work together.

I used to be a classic workaholic, and after seeing how little work and career really mean when you reach the end of your life, I put a new emphasis on things I believe count more. These things include: family, friends, being part of a community, and appreciating the little joys of the average day.

My father was a tailor. He worked from seven o'clock in the morning until seven at night. At least when he got home, my mother always cooked him a very good dinner. Lots of potatoes, I remember; he used to knock them down like a dose of salts. He needed it, after a 12-hour day.

My dad was a laborer. And he used to get up at 5:30 every morning. He worked for 50 years of his life, in all weathers for, by showbiz standards, petty cash. I remind myself of that when I feel a little bit spoiled or hard done by.