Quotes About Appreciation

It's allowing yourself to recognize the shiver of vulnerability—that "Oh, shit, I have something worth losing now" feeling—and to just sit with it, and be grateful that you have something you want, in your hand, that it feels good to hold and recognize.

What is the one thing that people who can fully lean into joy have in common? Gratitude. They practice gratitude. It's not an "attitude of gratitude"—it's an actual practice. They keep a journal, or make a note of what they're grateful for on their phones, or share it with family members.

Remember too that sometimes we overlook our own strengths because we take them for granted and forget that they're special.

if you don't put value on your work, no one is going to do that for you.

And just because someone failed to see the value in what we can create or achieve doesn't change its worth or ours.

Without exception, every person I interviewed who described living a joyful life or who described themselves as joyful actively practiced gratitude and attributed their joyfulness to their gratitude practice.

I learned about the inextricable connection between joy and gratitude, and how things that I take for granted, like rest and play, are as vital to our health as nutrition and exercise.

Gratitude is an emotion that reflects our deep appreciation for what we value, what brings meaning to our lives, and what makes us feel connected to ourselves and others.

Something as simple as starting or ending meetings with a gratitude check, when everyone shares one thing they're grateful

gratitude allows us to participate more in life. We notice the positives more, and that magnifies the pleasures you get from life. Instead of adapting to goodness, we celebrate goodness. We

It is she who is offering compassion to Janet. Compassion and gratitude in equal parts.

Sometimes, people have a tendency not to notice someone who's always there, even if that person's the best thing for them.

The love of a woman, a good woman, is the greatest gift a man could ever receive.

I still don't look at myself as a star. I've always had a thankful heart.

You're so different—like a pretty rock that you almost step over because you assume it's the same as all the others. But then you pick it up and realize how lucky you are to have found it.

The first condition of human goodness is something to love; the second something to reverence." —George Eliot (Mary Ann Evans, English novelist, 1819–1880)

For when you come to think of it, the only way to love a person is not, as the stereotyped Christian notion is, to coddle them and bring them soup when they are sick, but by listening to them and seeing and believing in the god, in the poet, in them. For by doing this, you keep the god and the poet alive and make it flourish.

Compliments pass when the quality meet.

When you get pure joy out of 'being' rather than 'doing' or 'seeing ' that's when you realize how big and unexplainable some things are and being a dad is one of those very few things.

the person with an abiding spirit of gratitude is the one who trusts God. The foremost quality of a trusting disciple is gratefulness.

We can only sense ourselves and our world valued and cherished by God when we feel valued and cherished by others '.

While there is much we may have earned--our degree and our salary, our home and garden, a Miller Lite and a good night's sleep--all this is possible only because we have been given so much: life itself, eyes to see and hands to touch, a mind to shape ideas, and a heart to beat with love. We have been given God in our souls and Christ in our flesh. We have the power to believe where others deny, to hope where others despair, to love where others hurt. This and so much more is sheer gift

Of course, fall isn't just about preparing for winter. It's also about sitting on the patio in a worn wool sweater and warming your hands over the swirl of steam rising from a coffee cup. It's about walking across a darkened yard and seeing a flight of geese cross the face of a full moon. It's about settling in, relishing sights and sensations of a world slowing down.

I smelt the violets in her hand and asked, half in words, half in signs, a question which meant, "Is love the sweetness of flowers?" "No," said my teacher.