There is no lack of things to be grateful for if you remember to pay attention.

Always there is something worth saying
about glory, about gratitude.

Mother used to say that however miserable one is, there’s always something to be thankful for. And each morning, when the sky brightened and light began to flood my cell, I agreed with her.

Even on the bad days, there’s always something good you can do.

You have to be grateful whenever you get to someplace safe and okay, even if it turns out it wasn’t quite where you were heading.

There is always something left to love.

Sometimes it hurts to live, but there is always something to live for. Could you try to remember that?

There is always something left to love. And if you ain’t learned that, you ain’t learned nothing.

Being grateful does not mean that everything is necessarily good. It just means that you can accept it as a gift.

There can always be new beginnings... even for people like us.

I am eternally grateful for my knack of finding in great books, some of them very funny books, reason enough to feel honored to be alive, no matter what else might be going on.

Rather than getting more spoilt with age, as difficulties pile up, epiphanies of gratitude abound.

In the adversity of our best friends we always find something which is not wholly displeasing to us.

We are never more than one grateful thought away from peace of heart.