One more thing, when they call you a bitch, say thank you. Say thank you, very much.
We begin so aware and grateful. The sun somehow hangs there in the sky. The little bird sings. The miracle of life just happens. Then we stub our toe, and in that moment of pain, the whole world is reduced to our poor little toe. Now, for a day or two, it is difficult to walk. With every step, we are reminded of our poor little toe.
“Thank you for letting me be me.” You said. I replied, “Always.”
There’s some real utility in gratitude.
It costs nothing to say please and thank you. But forgetting those magic words can cost you everything.
Meeting you was a disaster. But I am grateful every day for that disaster.
Show gratitude when you win. Be hopeful when you lose. In everything, give thanks.
Thank you, for clarifying for me what love is not.
Piglet noticed that even though he had a Very Small Heart, it could hold a rather large amount of Gratitude.
Happiness in intelligent people is the rarest thing I know.
It isn't what you have or who you are or where you are or what you are doing that makes you happy or unhappy. It is what you think about it.
It’s so hard to forget pain, but it’s even harder to remember sweetness. We have no scar to show for happiness. We learn so little from peace.