Quotes about Gratitude

The winds that sometimes take something we love, are the same that bring us something we learn to love. Therefore we should not cry about something that was taken from us, but, yes, love what we have been given. Because what is really ours is never gone forever.

Finally, by lifting our hands we symbolically receive everything God is doing in our lives.

No man, who continues to add something to the material, intellectual and moral well-being of the place in which he lives, is left long without proper reward.

One day Surpresa was on his way to minister, and his car broke down. He walked eight hours in the rain, mile after mile, carrying a tire. He just sang the whole time, praising Jesus.

For three things I thank God every day of my life: thanks that he has vouchsafed me knowledge of his works; deep thanks that he has set in my darkness the lamp of faith; deep, deepest thanks that I have another life to look forward to--a life joyous with light and flowers and heavenly song.

My friends have made the story of my life.

There is no better way to thank God for your sight than by giving a helping hand to someone in the dark.

Be happy with what you have while working for what you want.

If I regarded my life from the point of view of the pessimist, I should be undone. I should seek in vain for the light that does not visit my eyes and the music that does not ring in my ears. I should beg night and day and never be satisfied. I should sit apart in awful solitude, a prey to fear and despair. But since I consider it a duty to myself and to others to be happy, I escape a misery worse than any physical deprivation.

You cannot touch the clouds, you know; but you feel the rain and know how glad the flowers and the thirsty earth are to have it after a hot day. You cannot touch love either; but you feel the sweetness that it pours into everything. Without love you would not be happy or want to play.

I cannot see the lovely things with my eyes, but my mind can see them all, and so I am joyful all the day long.

One of the things that gave me most pleasure was a letter sent to me by Sebastian Vettel, written in his own hand, full of beautiful words and kindness. I wasn't expecting this; usually, drivers don't do this: they drive, and that's it. But he is a beautiful person.