Quotes About Appreciation

You see only the beautiful things when you stand still. You only see things that you don't ordinarily notice. The birds are the prettiest things, I imagine.

Every day the average person will witness six miracles. But it isn't that we don't believe in miracles-we just don't believe that miracles are miriacles. There are so many miracles all around us.

Every day the average person will witness six miracles. But it isn't that we don't believe in miracles-we just don't believe that miracles are miracles. There are so many miracles all around us.

Da sind nur eine Sonne, Baume, Blumen, Wasser und Liebe. Freilich, fehlt Letztere im Herzen des Beschauers, mag das Ganze wohl einen schlechten Anblick gewähren, und die Sonne hat dann bloß soundso viel Meilen im Durchmesser, und die Bäume sind gut zum Einheizen, und die Blumen werden nach den Staubfäden klassifiziert, und das Wasser ist nass.

So much has been given to me I have not time to ponder over that which has been denied.

I cried because I had no shoes until I met a man who had no feet.

It has been said that life has treated me harshly; and sometimes I have complained in my heart because many pleasures of human experience have been withheld from me…if much has been denied me, much, very much, has been given me…

There is beauty in everything, even in silence and darkness.

our enjoyment of the great works of literature depends more upon the depth of our sympathy than upon our understanding.

Great poetry needs no interpreter other than a responsive heart.

To me a lush carpet of pine needles or spongy grass is more welcome than the most luxurious Persian rug.

Instead of comparing our lot with that of those who are more fortunate than we are, we should compare it with the lot of the great majority of our fellow men. It then appears that we are among the privileged.

What does this beauty or than music mean to you? You cannot see the waves rolling up the beach or hear their roar. What do they mean to you?' In the most evident sense they mean everything. I cannot fathom or define their meaning any more than I can fathom or define love or religion or goodness.

I can see, and that is why I can be happy, in what you call the dark, but which to me is golden. I can see a God-made world, not a manmade world.

You cannot touch the clouds, you know; but you feel the rain and know how glad the flowers and the thirsty earth are to have it after a hot day. You cannot touch love either; but you feel the sweetness that it pours into everything.

Many scholars forget, it seems to me, that our enjoyment of the great works of literature depends more upon the depth of our sympathy than upon our understanding.

At first I was rather unwilling to study Latin grammar. It seemed absurd to waste time analyzing every word I came across — noun, genitive, singular, feminine — when its meaning was quite plain. I thought I might just as well describe my pet in order to know it — order, vertebrate; division, quadruped; class, mammalia; genus, felinus; species, cat; individual, Tabby. But as I got deeper into the subject, I became more interested, and the beauty of the language delighted me.

So much has been given to me. I have no time to ponder over that which has been denied.

It were better far to sail forever in the night of blindness, with sense and feeling and mind, than to be thus content with the mere act of seeing. They have the sunset, the morning skies, the purple of distant hills, yet their souls voyage through this enchanted world with a barren stare.

Everything has its wonders, even darkness and silence.

I care what my reader thinks. There is no fancy recommendation you can give me that would matter to me as much as Mary Jane from Youngstown writing me a letter. There is not one. Don't need it, don't want it, don't require it, does not fill up my soul. It's about her, not about the rest of it.

I actually feel I'm in a much better place than I've ever been because I'm thankful people still love the songs that I've written, and they seem to like me. And they come to the shows in droves, and they get all excited, and I can still hit all the notes, and I don't look terrible.

One of the things that gave me most pleasure was a letter sent to me by Sebastian Vettel, written in his own hand, full of beautiful words and kindness. I wasn't expecting this; usually, drivers don't do this: they drive, and that's it. But he is a beautiful person.

I have many hits, big hits, that have been written by people I don't know. In almost all my shows, people say, 'Chente, here's a CD.' When I get home, I listen to them all, and what I like, I record.