Quotes About Appreciation

How about diamonds are a girl's best friends? Nope. It should be switched around and pointed out, instead, that your best friends are diamonds.

That's the whole reason we're here, isn't it?" she persists. "Not to swim in their pool, and sleep in their beds, and eat their Tater Tots. Who invented those things, anyway? Pure starch and oil!" "Hey," I shoot back, "you can talk trash about me, but lay off my Tater Tots!

As I looked back over my life, I realized that I enjoyed nothing--not art, not sex--more than going to the movies.

Is it not better for a man never to have been born? Certaintly not The response was brisk. Just to be able to study the sky is reason enough to be alive. Unfortunately, I can't see the sky. Then listen to music.

As I now move, graciously, I hope, towards the door marked Exit, it occurs to me that the only thing I ever really liked to do was go to the movies.

Was hätt' ein Weiberkopf erdacht, das er nicht zu beschönen wüßte!

THESE PIECES ARE WORTH MORE THAN YOU!

It is always of interest to know what strikes another human being as remarkable.

You are lovely, brilliant, witty...the incredible words which would relieve her of any need to repay him or refuse his gifts; loveliness and wit were priced higher than any gift he offered, while if a girl were loved, even old women of hard experience would admit her right to take and never give.

There is not so much virginity in the world that one can afford not to love it when on finds it.

There is not so much virginity in the world that one can afford not to love it when one finds it.

He realised that for those who do not love time never stands still.

You're good with your hands." She touched his thumb where it rested on his knee. "You have very pretty hands.

Why should you feel honored for getting scraps of his time?

Anyone who assesses you or your relationship as disposable is not worthy of your time or tears.

The finger descends, admonitory now. "You children today smirk and turn up your nose when I say old coats and old shoes. But what you don't know—and you better thank God you don't know—is that when you're cold, you'll take whatever coat you can get, and praise Jesus for it.

He loves it all anyway, as his first life as a teenager never allowed. Everything is different this time. On Sundays his mother's lengthy grace doesn't grate on him. This time he savors each one At high school he recalls who wrote poetry in Klingon, who sold dope, who was really gay and thought nobody knew. Friends, long forgotten by his late forties. As they pass by him again, he has a sad appreciation of how fleeting it all is.

Love, like respect, isn't something you get; it's something you give.

In that poor and simple village, no-one doubted or forgot that its treasures were its people.

The people showed thanks, rather than saying it, and I'd come to accept that.

And somehow, through those hours of fear and suffering and death, I found new ways and reasons to like the woman I already loved with all my heart.

I knew, I was certain somehow, that wanting my little house to be bigger or brighter or grander than it was had been in my mind, not hers. She wasn't judging. She was only looking, seeing everything, even what I felt.

who was always the first to read the words, and to speak love for them; and my mother and my stepfather, whose unflagging moral, spiritual, and financial support—beyond what I've ever deserved or could repay—has sustained me, and uplifted this work.

Some men only really begin to like you when they find themselves in your debt.