Wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving.

Wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving.

Let but the commons hear this testament,
Which (pardon me) I do not mean to read,
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Let but the commons hear this testament,
Which (pardon me) I do not mean to read,
And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds
And dip their napkins in his sacred blood;
Yea, beg a hair of him for memory,
And dying, mention it within their wills,
Bequeathing it as a rich legacy
Upon their issue.

Next to ingratitude, the most painful thing to bear is gratitude.

Next to ingratitude, the most painful thing to bear is gratitude.

Gratitude is when memory is stored in the heart and not in the mind.

Gratitude is when memory is stored in the heart and not in the mind.

A proud man is seldom a grateful man, for he never thinks he gets as much as he deserves.

A proud man is seldom a grateful man, for he never thinks he gets as much as he deserves.

Both abundance and lack exist simultaneously in our lives, as parallel realities. It is always our conscious choice which secret read more

Both abundance and lack exist simultaneously in our lives, as parallel realities. It is always our conscious choice which secret garden we will tend... when we choose not to focus on what is missing from our lives but are grateful for the abundance that's present -- love, health, family, friends, work, the joys of nature and personal pursuits that bring us pleasure -- the wasteland of illusion falls away and we experience Heaven on earth.

There is a calmness to a life lived in Gratitude, a quiet joy.

There is a calmness to a life lived in Gratitude, a quiet joy.

Gratitude is not only the greatest of virtues, but the parent of all the others.

Gratitude is not only the greatest of virtues, but the parent of all the others.

If hush'd the loud whirlwind that ruffled the deep,
The sky if no longer dark tempests deform;
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If hush'd the loud whirlwind that ruffled the deep,
The sky if no longer dark tempests deform;
When our perils are past shall our gratitude sleep?
No! Here's to the pilot that weather'd the storm!