Quotes About Appreciation

In a meadow full of flowers, you cannot walk through and breathe those smells and see all those colors and remain angry. We have to support the beauty, the poetry, of life

Sometimes it is the smallest thing that saves us: the weather growing cold, a child's smile, and a cup of excellent coffee.

One of the saddest realities is that we never know when our lives are at their peak. Only after it is over and we have some kind of perspective do we realize how good we had it a day, a month, five years ago.

I don't mind summer rain. In fact I like it. It's my favourite sort.' 'Your favourite sort of rain?' said Thea. I remember that she was frowning, and pondering these words, and then she announced: 'Well, I like the rain before it falls.

Anything of a serious nature isn't "instant"—you can't "do" the Sistine Chapel in one hour. And who has time to listen to a Mahler symphony, for God's sake?

The ultimate good is to treat something according to it's true value.

To those whose eyes may fall on these lines, may I not be excused saying, 'See to it that you honour your father and your mother, not only that your days may be long in the land, but that you may not, in after years, be disturbed by useless longings to have back again the precious ones who so ceaselessly and unselfishly toiled with heart and brain for your profoundest well-being.

My expectations were reduced to zero when I was twenty-one. Everything since then has been a bonus.

He sat down and said, "Thank you.

She always said how lucky were to be friends... but it was us baby who were the lucky ones

It's only when you don't want nothing from a body that you can see who they are," Polly had said. "It's strange, but when you don't want nothing, seems like you can give everything you got.

I am trying to be more attentive to the moment and appreciative of where I am at. That's part of wisdom, right?

It's great to be alive, isn't it? Especially when you consider the alternative.

Thanksgiving is the holiday that encompasses all others. All of them, from Martin Luther King Day to Arbor Day to Christmas to Valentine's Day, are in one way or another about being thankful.

There's no being wrong in seeing something in art, only being disagreed with.

Do you think I'm wonderful? she asked him one day as they leaned against the trunk of a petrified maple. No, he said. Why? Because so many girls are wonderful. I imagine hundreds of men have called their loves wonderful today, and it's only noon. You couldn't be something that hundreds of others are.

Why didn't I learn to treat everything like it was the last time. My greatest regret was how much I believed in the future.

We lose the things we do not cherish enough, his one thought, his only thought, as he slips into his workman's tunic, buttons it over his street clothes, and opens the closet door.

I was simply happy to have the chance to be with them again.

Lucy, you look delightful," he said. "George, you'll have to do. Oh, here's something for you, Luce. Might go well with that excellent dress." He took my hand and placed in it a necklace of pretty silver links, with a small diamond suspended as a pendant. It was really very beautiful. "What?" I stared at it. "Where'd you get this?" "Just something I had. I suggest you close your mouth when you wear it-it's more elegant that way.

This is cozy," George said. "Nice cologne, Kipps. I'm being genuine there." "Thanks.

Sometimes, contentment is a matter of will. You have to look at what you have right in front of you, at what it could be, and stop measuring it against what you've lost. I know this to be wise and true, just as I know that pretty much no one can do it.

You learn not to think about what might have been, and to just appreciate what you have.

You never know when it will be the last time you'll see your father, or kiss your wife, or play with your little brother, but there's always a last time. If you could remember every last time, you'd never stop grieving.