Because gratification of a desire leads to the temporary stilling of the mind and the experience of the peaceful, joyful Self it's no wonder that we get hooked on thinking that happiness comes from the satisfaction of desires. This is the meaning of the old adage, "Joy is not in things, it is in us.".
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As we express our gratitude, we must never forget that the highest appreciation is not to utter words, but to read more
As we express our gratitude, we must never forget that the highest appreciation is not to utter words, but to live by them.
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.
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.
I don't like it when people on the street say "smile" or "cheer up." It's a real cheap line. I'm read more
I don't like it when people on the street say "smile" or "cheer up." It's a real cheap line. I'm feeling good. I'm feeling real grateful for everything. It's a solid time in my life. When people say I look sad, they're wrong.
The still small voice of gratitude.
The still small voice of gratitude.
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!
Gratitude is the fairest blossom which springs from the soul.
Gratitude is the fairest blossom which springs from the soul.
Remember that not to be happy is not to be grateful.
Remember that not to be happy is not to be grateful.
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.
