#gratitude

Divide the constant tide and random noisiness of energetic flow, with conscious recurring moments of empty mind, solitude, gratitude and deep...slow...breathing. Of this, the natural law of self-preservation demands. ↗

— T.F. Hodge

#breathing #conscious #deep #divide #division

Rock me sweet cradle of dreams. Lift me up upon my feet. I pray God of mercy just don't let me die here in my sleep. And the morning comes crashing through the wall like a run away train. Almost home. Almost gone. Free like a stone. ↗

— David Lynne Jones

#gratitude #hope #inspirational #prayer #rock-me

He who does not reflect his life back to God in gratitude does not know himself. ↗

— Albert Schweitzer

#religion #self-awareness #spirituality #life

The Prince, charmed with these words, and much more with the manner in which they were spoken, knew not how to show his joy and gratitude; he assured her that he loved her better than he did himself. ↗

— Charles Perrault

#better #charmed #did #gratitude #her

Thank God I have seen an orange sky with purple clouds. ↗

— Erica Goros

#beauty #god #gratitude #inspiration #love

Silent gratitude isn't very much to anyone. ↗

— Gertrude Stein

#gratitude #much #silent #very

A person however learned and qualified in his life's work in whom gratitude is absent, is devoid of that beauty of character which makes personality fragrant. ↗

— Hazrat Inayat Khan

#beauty #character #devoid #fragrant #gratitude

Don't count your blessings, let your blessings count! EnjoyLife! ↗

— Bernard Kelvin Clive

#gratitude #life-and-living #inspirational

Moisture falls from the sky, cleansing the world and sustaining precious life. But it's the gloom - the cold, dark air - that receives notice. We fail to see the miracle of raindrops through our own tears. ↗

— Richelle E. Goodrich

#despair #discouragement #ingratitude #misery #rain

Otherwise I got out of bed on two strong legs. It might have been otherwise. I ate cereal, sweet milk, ripe, flawless peach. It might have been otherwise. I took the dog uphill to the birch wood. All morning I did the work I love. At noon I lay down with my mate. It might have been otherwise. We ate dinner together at a table with silver candlesticks. It might have been otherwise. I slept in a bed in a room with paintings on the walls, and planned another day just like this day. But one day, I know, it will be otherwise. ↗

— Jane Kenyon

#life #poetry #life