Quotes About Appreciation

There is just as much beauty visible to us in the landscape as we are prepared to appreciate, and not a grain more. ... A man sees only what concerns him.

If the day and night are such that you greet them with joy, and life emits a fragrance like flowers and sweet-scented herbs, is more elastic, more starry, more immortal - that is your success.

A Friend is one who incessantly pays us the compliment of expecting from us all the virtues, and who can appreciate them in us.

To affect the quality of the day - that is the highest of the arts.

The greatest gains and values are farthest from being appreciated. We easily come to doubt if they exist. We soon forget them. They are the highest reality. Perhaps the facts most astounding and most real are never communicated by man to man. The true harvest of my daily life is somewhat as intangible and indescribable as the tints of morning or evening. It is a little star-dust caught, a segment of the rainbow which I have clutched.

Sometimes we are inclined to class those who are once-and-a-half witted with the half-witted, because we appreciate only a third part of their wit.

To enjoy a thing exclusively is commonly to exlcude yourself from the true enjoyment of it.

Let me have a draught of undiluted morning air. Morning air! If men will not drink of this at the fountainhead of the day, why, then, we must even bottle up some and sell it in the shops, for the benefit of those who have lost their subscription ticket to morning time in this world.

The life which men praise and regard as successful is but one kind. Why should we exaggerate any one kind at the expense of the others?

Beauty is where it is perceived. When I see the sun shinning on the woods across the pond, I think this side the richer which sees it.

Next to us is not the workman whom we have hired, with whom we love so well to talk, but the workman whose work we are.

It is the beauty within us that makes it possible for us to recognize the beauty around us. The question is not what you look at but what you see.

The works of the great poets have never yet been read by mankind, for only great poets can read the.

Girls and boys and young women generally seemed glad to be in the woods. They looked in the pond and at the flowers, and improved their time. Men of business, even farmers, thought only of solitude and employment, and of the great distance at which I dwelt from something or other; and though they said that they loved a ramble in the woods occasionally, it was obvious that they did not.

As I love nature, as I love singing birds...I love thee, my friend.

I am grateful for what I am and have. My Thanksgiving is perpetual. It is surprising how contented one can be with nothing to definite - only a sense of existence

I frequently tramped eight or ten miles through the deepest snow to keep an appointment with a beech-tree, or a yellow birch, or an old acquaintance among the pines.

The greatest gains and values are farthest from being appreciated.

It is not worth the while to go round the world to count the cats in Zanzibar.

This life is not for complaint, but for satisfaction.

It is remarkable that, notwithstanding the universal favor with which the New Testament is outwardly received, and even the bigotry with which it is defended, there is no hospitality shown to, there is no appreciation of, the order of truth with which it deals.

It is a surprising and memorable, as well as valuable experience, to be lost in the woods any time.

A single farm-house which I had not seen before is sometimes as good as the dominions of the King of Dahomey. There is in fact a sort of harmony discoverable between the capabilities of the landscape within a circle of ten miles' radius, or the limits of an afternoon walk, and the threescore years and ten of human life. It will never become quite familiar to you.

I was describing the other day my success in solitary and distant woodland walking outside the town. I do not go there to get my dinner, but to get that sustenance which dinners only preserve me to enjoy, without which dinners are a vain repetition.