Quotes About Appreciation

I wanted to thank you again, for the other night." "No thanks necessary. Really." "And for the shoes. You know, for bringing them back to me." "I couldn't wear them," He paused a moment. "They didn't fit.

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Sur terre, ce ne sont pas les occasions de s'émerveiller qui manquent, mais les émerveillés.

You only really discover a masterpiece after a third or fourth reading, don't you agree?" "And how can you tell something is a masterpiece?" "I don't skip over the same passages".

Mockery ends where understanding begins.

Whatever you give a woman, she will make greater. If you give her sperm, she'll give you a baby.. If you give her a house, she'll give you a home. If you give her groceries, she'll give you a meal. If you give her a smile, she'll give you her heart. She multiplies and enlarges what is given to her. So, if you give her any crap, be ready to receive a ton of shit!

Many watch paintings with their ears, ever since they judge art by the sound of the money. ( "When is art? " )

Now is now. And now will never be again. Tomorrow is another country. The magic of the present moment must be found out and be given a further life in the attic of our remembrance. ("Voices of the sea" )

Rather than constantly grumbling about "owning", "not owning" or "not possessing enough", why not delight in the healing enchantment of the little moments of every day. ( "Keeping up with the Joneses" )

When you reach the top, don't forget about the cats who fought alongside you on the way there. Maybe they weren't as strong, as clever, or as brave as you, but they still gave everything for what they believed in.

He set a brisk pace through the trees, but not so fast that he failed to notice the brilliant green fronds of new bracken beginning to unfurl, or the first pale buds of primroses pushing out of their green coverings. Birdsong filled the air, and the fresh scent of growing things.

Of course. I have made good friends in all the Clans. I've seen kits born and watched elders leave on their final journey to Silverpelt. I've made the long journey to the Clans' new home. Believe me, I wouldn't change a single day. I know it is not in your power to give me longer with my Clan. But I can't help wanting more.

I hold Sandstorm in higher esteem than I do almost any other Clan cat. She has traveled far from the days when she and Dustpaw tormented Rusty the kittypet. I hope Firestar appreciates her journey as much as she deserves.

Thank you." Clear Sky blinked happily at his cats, and gave Sparrow Fur a swift lick around the ears. "You are without doubt the most flea-brained kit I've ever come across," he meowed. "And the bravest. Thank you, too.

Angry?" Lionpaw's pelt grew hot with outrage. "He should be grateful to us!

She's truly the best friend I've ever had, and I can never repay her.

look after you when you needed me. Gray Wing did. He was more of a father to you than I ever was, and I'm grateful to him for that.

We're lucky to have you, Featherwhisker," Dappletail meowed. No cat spoke up for Goosefeather. With

Fireheart admired the ripple of her fur as she moved.

Thank God I have the seeing eye, that is to say, as I lie in bed I can walk step by step on the fells and rough land seeing every stone and flower and patch of bog and cotton pass where my old legs will never take me again.

To all the people who take my quiz! You guys are the greatest!

When children are exposed through 'sensory education' to a wider range of flavours they start to love complexity and be bored by simplicity.

A proud man is seldom a grateful man, for he never thinks he gets as much as he deserves.

far as I was concerned we were extremely lucky to have a mother who was so devoted, so encouraging, such fun—how ungrateful would it be to focus on a disappeared dad? Shouldn't we be glad for the good things?