Quotes about Appreciation

Oh, isn't it good to be alive--like this? Wouldn't it be dreadful if one had never lived?

Life is rich and full here Ãƒ¢Ã¢'¬Ã‚¦ everywhere Ãƒ¢Ã¢'¬Ã‚¦ if we can only learn how to open our whole hearts to its richness and fulness.

Well now, I'd rather have you than a dozen boys, Anne,' said Matthew patting her hand. 'Just mind you that — rather than a dozen boys. Well now, I guess it wasn't a boy that took the Avery scholarship, was it? It was a girl — my girl — my girl that I'm proud of.

Anne had never seen Mrs. Merrill before and never saw her again, but she always remembered her as a woman who had attained to the ultimate secret of life. You were never poor as long as you had something to love.

Dear old world,' she murmured, 'you are very lovely, and I am glad to be alive in you.

Then I told him I was worried because I knew I ought to love God better than anything but there were things I loved better than God. He said "What things?" and I said flowers and stars and the Wind Woman and the Three Princesses and things like that. And he smiled and said "But they are just a part of God, Emily - every beautiful thing is.

If we have friends we should look only for the best in them and give them the best that is in us, don't you think? Then friendship would be the most beautiful thing in the world.

I'm so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers. It would be terrible if we just skipped from September to November, wouldn't it?

If we have friends we should look only for the best in them and give them the best that is in us, don't you think?

Is that a nice thing to say to your mother? Oh, how true it is that it is sharper than a serpent's tooth to have a thankless child." "Is that a nice thing to say to your daughter?" said unrepentant Valancy.

And it was so nice to see her again and have a long talk over old times. Her sister Em was there, too, with such a delicious baby." "You talk as if it was something to eat," grunted Mrs. Gibson. "Babies are common enough." "Oh, no, babies are never common," said Anne, bringing a bowl of water for Mrs. Gibson's roses. "Every one is a miracle.

Job! It was such a rare thing to find a patient man that when one was really discovered they were determined he shouldn't be forgotten,' retorted Miss Cornelia triumphantly.