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Quotes about Gratitude

As long as a man is alive and out of hell, he cannot have any cause to complain.
— Charles Spurgeon
I never knew I'd be in a musical, let alone win an award for one.
— Nicole Kidman
The Amen of nature is always a flower.
— Oliver Wendell Holmes Sr.
The poor man shuddered, overflowed with an angelic joy; he declared in his transport that this would last through life; he said to himself that he really had not suffered enough to deserve such radiant happiness, and he thanked God, in the depths of his soul, for having permitted that he, a miserable man, should be so loved by this innocent being.
— Victor Hugo
The most beautiful of altars, he said, is the soul of an unhappy creature consoled and thankfing God.
— Victor Hugo
Happiness wishes everybody happy.
— Victor Hugo
Ah! There you are! he exclaimed, looking at Jean Valjean. I'm so glad to see you. Well, but how is this? I gave you the candlesticks too, which are of silver like the rest, and for which you can certainly get two hundred francs. Why did you not carry them away with your forks and spoons?
— Victor Hugo
The most beautiful of altars, he said, is the soul of an unhappy creature consoled and thanking God.
— Victor Hugo
The poor priest went to his poor mountaineers with empty hands, and he returns from them with his hands full. I set out bearing only my faith in God; I have brought back the treasure of a cathedral.
— Victor Hugo
The supreme happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved; loved for ourselves, or rather in spite of ourselves.
— Victor Hugo
The greatest happiness in life is the conviction that we are loved--loved for ourselves, or rather, loved in spite of ourselves.
— Victor Hugo
Jean Valjean felt his heart melt within him with delight, at all these sparks of a tenderness so exclusive, so wholly satisfied with himself alone. The poor man trembled, inundated with angelic joy; he declared to himself ecstatically that this would last all their lives; he told himself that he really had not suffered sufficiently to merit so radiant a bliss, and he thanked God, in the depths of his soul, for having permitted him to be loved thus, he, a wretch, by that innocent being.
— Victor Hugo