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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 thankful heart is not only the greatest virtue, but the parent
of all the other virtues.
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A thankful heart is not only the greatest virtue, but the parent
of all the other virtues.
[Lat., Gratus animus est una virtus non solum maxima, sed etiam
mater virtutum onmium reliquarum.]
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!
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.
Let the man, who would be grateful, think of repaying a kindness,
even while receiving it.
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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.]
Nothing tires a man more than to be grateful all the time.
Nothing tires a man more than to be grateful all the time.
Feeling gratitude and not expressing it is like wrapping a present and not giving it.
Feeling gratitude and not expressing it is like wrapping a present and not giving it.
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.
I've heard of hearts unkind, kind deeds
With coldness still returning;
Alas! the gratitude of men
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I've heard of hearts unkind, kind deeds
With coldness still returning;
Alas! the gratitude of men
Hath often left me mourning.