Quotes About Abundance

Three geese stuffed with apples and onions, served with a Roquefort sauce, stuffing with chestnuts, potato gratin, curried carrots, brussel sprouts with bacon and chives-

Pierre de la Vérendrye and his companions had encountered a people blessed with material abundance. "Corn, meat, fat, dressed robes, and bearskins" were all among their riches. "They are well supplied with these things," the Frenchman wrote. But his abbreviated journal barely mentions the villagers' equally rich ceremonial life.1

In this abundant earth no doubt Is little room for things worn out: Disdain them, break them, throw them by! And if before the days grew rough We once were lov'd, us'd -- well enough, I think, we've far'd, my heart and I.

Di mana-mana terdapat rumput jelatang, Tapi rumput hijau yang lembut tetap lebih banyak, Kebiruan langit lebih luas daripada awan gelap.

Opinions are like kittens," he commented. "People are always giving them away.

My love is not water in a bucket, you know. It's not as if someone else can drink it all up and leave none left for you.

Whatever the objects were, there were a lot of them. I did a little quick mental math and figured that there must be a thousand of them in this bay alone. They might be alive. Or at least, aliveable.

My love is not water in a bucket, you know. It's not as if someone else can drink it all up and leave none for you.

Provisión Libre yo soy de duda y temor, desechando la miseria y toda la pobreza, sabiendo ahora que la buena Provisión proviene de los reinos celestiales del Señor. yo soy la mano de la Fortuna de Dios derramando sobre el mundo los tesoros de la luz, recibiendo ahora la Abundancia plena las necesidades de mi vida quedan satisfechas.

It was always a cheerful street, for the people who lived in it were the happiest sort of people: not too poor, the joy of life ground out of them by poverty, and not too rich, feeling burdened by possessions; and the dead had left some of their happiness behind them in the homes they had made, and the living were daily adding to it out of their own good cheer.

She had "green fingers" and knew them to be one of the happiest gifts that the gods can give.

Perhaps, in a world too full of people, she was the one too many.

Gardeners are generous because nature is generous to them, and because they know what it means to read about something and not be able to get it. (p.24)

If only people realized what they had in life," she told me one day, "they would not be able to contain their joy!

this girl before and they told each other their names. The richness of the autumn came into the air, the throb of the engine, the abundance of the farm, the hickory nuts which she offered to the girl and which her thin hands took. She was Dorine Wheatley. 'We moved into MacMurtrie's tenant house a while back,' she said. 'Are there any parties around here? Any fellows to have a good time with?

Whatever you have lost there are more of, just not yours.

Enough fine weather and money and a few memorable meals make any place desirable.

This town is infested with squirrels, have you noticed?" "I'd rather say it's rich with squirrels.

I LOVE GETTING BILLS … It means I have the ability to pay them.. I LOVE PAYING MY BILLS TOO … It means that prosperity is flowing in and out, in and out, in and out, like the air that I breathe.

love of independence and property, the most steady and industrious of all human appetites." Commercial society supplies that "love of independence" in abundance.

The rich man is the man with the most fertile imagination, in other words; his eyes really are bigger than his stomach.

Mensen denken dat een man die meerdere vrouwen bemint zijn liefde tussen zijn geliefden moet verdelen. Alsof het een fles is waar maar zoveel glazen uit gaan. Het tegenovergestelde is echter het geval. De liefde verdubbelt zich gewoon. En weer. En nog eens. En steeds opnieuw blijkt er genoeg te zijn voor iedereen. Het is een wonderbaarlijke vermenigvuldiging. Maar zoals het gaat met wonderen: wie er zelf niet bij is geweest, zal het niet willen geloven.

God is like the sun at high noon, always giving all he has.

Once, if my memory serves me well, my life was a banquet where every heart revealed itself, where every wine flowed.