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.

Gratitude is the heart's memory.

Gratitude is the heart's memory.

Two kinds of gratitude: The sudden kind we feel for what we take; the larger kind we feel for what read more

Two kinds of gratitude: The sudden kind we feel for what we take; the larger kind we feel for what we give.

Let the man, who would be grateful, think of repaying a kindness,
even while receiving it.
[Lat., Qui read more

Let the man, who would be grateful, think of repaying a kindness,
even while receiving it.
[Lat., Qui gratus futurus est statim dum accipit de reddendo
cogitet.]

Now the good gods forbid
That our renowned Rome, whose gratitude
Towards her deserved children is enrolled
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Now the good gods forbid
That our renowned Rome, whose gratitude
Towards her deserved children is enrolled
In Jove's own book, like an unnatural dam
Should now eat up her own!

That possession which we gain by the sword is not lasting;
gratitude for benefits eternal.
[Lat., Non est read more

That possession which we gain by the sword is not lasting;
gratitude for benefits eternal.
[Lat., Non est diuturna possessio in quam gladio ducimus;
beneficiorum gratia sempiterna est.]

Gratitude is the memory of the heart.
[Fr., La reconnaissance est la memoire du coeur.]

Gratitude is the memory of the heart.
[Fr., La reconnaissance est la memoire du coeur.]

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.

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!