Quotes About Appreciation

You're not very fond of your room by day. You never think about it. You're in and out, the door opens and slams, the cupboard creaks. You sit down on the side of your bed, change your shoes and dash out again. A dive down to the glass, two pins in your hair, powder your nose and off again. But now–at night time- it's suddenly dear to you. It's a darling little funny room. It's yours. Oh, what a joy it is to own things!

Delighted of course. It will only be a very scratch meal—just the sandwich crusts and broken meringue-shells and what's left over. Yes, isn't it a perfect morning?

La felicidad, pensó, está hecha de pequeñas cosas. Siempre se la espera con mayúsculas, pero llega a nosotros de puntillas y puede pasar bajo nuestras narices sin darnos cuenta

Even after all this time, the sun never says to the earth "You owe me." Look what happens with a love like that. It lights the whole sky.

There is necessary beauty in the world, I understand this. Beauty to attract mates, to attract prey, to attract pollinators. But so much of beauty seems to be bycatch, "unnecessary beauty," waste products of essential processes. The opalescence of the inside of an oyster shell, a rainbow around the moon, a baby's dreaming smile. Profligate beauty is a mystery to me. Sing praises.

and deflects the love of the giver.

Small pleasures. Don't ever dismiss them, Ellen thinks. Tastes, smells, the feel of things, the sounds of birds, music. And talk. Small conversations with people you like. A good book.

Dad's Buick—what a great car it had been all these years—

Knowing birds is like being fluent in a foreign language, or adept with a musical instrument.

Once, when I was describing to a friend from Syracuse, New York, a place on the plains that I love, a ridge above a glacial moraine with a view of almost fifty miles, she asked, "But what is there to see?" The answer, of course, is nothing. Land, sky, and the ever-changing light.

I don't want to be more famous than what I have right now. At least in that sense where people come up to me in the grocery store.

Any day you walk down a street and find nothing new but nothing missing counts as a good day in a city you love.

Because happiness isn't made of fun. It's made of solid, real things. It's made of paychecks and clean clothing, and hot food and healthy children, and a man who can look you in the eye when he comes home because he has nothing to hide. It's not so rare. In fact, it's so common people don't notice it. They look for roses when they should be looking for indoor plumbing.

They wanted a girl who knew what it was like to acquire things out of amusement rather than need. Who sympathized with those whose lives were so pleasantly arranged that they hungered for beauty and meaning rather than food. The

Envy is the art of counting the other fellow's blessings instead of your own. Harold Coffin

It's not just about recognizing how 'precious' every moment is, or about 'living for today.' It's about finding the sacred center of now, and living there, moment to moment, always.

It was the small things she took pleasure in. The faint hum of a huge furry bumble bee busily flitting from one flower to another, oblivious to the fact that it was completing a task on which the entire human race depended.

You must not think of time as a quantity, a period, a measure. Look at the sky," Gwynneth said. "The moon has now slipped away to another night, into another world. It was not the time it was here that you remember, Faolan, but rather the luminescence of the air, the blue shadows cast by the trees in its light. It was not the length of the time but the quality of the moon's light that you felt and remember." Gwynneth paused. "It is the value, the quality that lives on.

the first things to consider when viewing a painting are the title and subject matter.

How important it is for us to recognize and celebrate our heroes and she-roes! ~Maya Angelou

Wow, thick head of dark curly hair. Linebacker shoulders. A nice butt.

Dear Lisel, Longshot was so good. I've been three times and plan to go back again. Your gown is so lovely in the second act. Do you think it would fit me? You're soooooooooo much prettier, but still, I'd like to try it on. Lovingly, Julia Madison   Dear Lisel, That man heckling you in the third row should be shot. Pow!!!!!!!!!! Love, Julia   Dear Lisel, I love you. You are so wonderful. I wish I could be you. Jules

No, I love Montreal... I think I love Montreal more than Montreal loves me... I love the food there.

Endless gratitude to my posse of pals who fielded countless calls and texts, and took so many walks down memory lane with me, with plenty of liquor nearby: Bob Peterson, Matt Lombardi, Lori Beecher, Lauren Osborn, Nicolla Hewitt, Brian Goldsmith, and Tony Maciulis. (If these walls could talk—oh wait, they just did.