Gratitude unlocks the fullness of life. It turns what we have into enough, and more. It turns denial into acceptance, chaos to order, confusion to clarity. It can turn a meal into a feast, a house into a home, a stranger into a friend. Gratitude makes sense of our past, brings peace for today, and creates a vision for tomorrow.
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Gratitude is one of those things that cannot be bought. It must be born with men, or else all the read more
Gratitude is one of those things that cannot be bought. It must be born with men, or else all the obligations in the world will not create it.
A grateful mind
By owing owes not, but still pays, at once
Indebted and discharg'd.
A grateful mind
By owing owes not, but still pays, at once
Indebted and discharg'd.
To speak gratitude is courteous and pleasant, to enact gratitude is generous and noble, but to live gratitude is to read more
To speak gratitude is courteous and pleasant, to enact gratitude is generous and noble, but to live gratitude is to touch Heaven.
Thanks are justly due for things got without purchase.
[Lat., Gratia pro rebus merito debetur inemtis.]
Thanks are justly due for things got without purchase.
[Lat., Gratia pro rebus merito debetur inemtis.]
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.
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.
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.
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.
