Appreciating Quotes

“The most precious gift you can ever give to a young woman is, appreciating and understanding her true feelings”
― M.F. Moonzajer

“We tend to forget that happiness doesn’t come as a result of getting something we don’t have, but rather recognizing and appreciating what we do have.”
― Fredrick Koeing

“Thanksgiving is not some formulaic action based on a tedious ledger that neatly tallies everything I have received so I can determine if being thankful is warranted or not. Rather, it’s appreciating the fact that I have already received the privilege of living life which in and of itself will fill the whole of my ledger for the whole of my life.”
― Craig D. Lounsbrough, An Intimate Collision: Encounters with Life and Jesus

“Be appreciating to see the beauty of life.”
― Debasish Mridha

“Have an appreciating eye to enjoy the beauty of sky.”
― Debasish Mridha

“Appreciating others can be the catalyst that unleashes their greatness.”
― Lolly Daskal, The Leadership Gap: What Gets Between You and Your Greatness

“The greatest hindrance in appreciating your fellow beings is the spirit of 'Inferiority Complex', 'Counterfeit Competition' and at the root lack of 'Sincere Love' for your fellow beings.
Get rid of these subtle evils and you can see how easy its to 'Accept and Apply' Philippians 2:3 (...but in lowliness of mind let each esteem other better than themselves.) in our lives.”
― Santosh Thankachan

“Rylan!"
Nadia and I turn our heads simultaneously towards the entrance to the living room as Tim Powers appears.
"Yeah?" I yell across the room.
That's when I notice the expression on Power' face. A mixture of awe, amazement, appreciation, and a bit of jealousy.
"Your girlfriend's here," Tim informs me.
He steps aside, and a goddess enters the room.
It's been forever since I first had those dreams Ivy sent me with her in her disguise. But I still remember how she looks. Pale skin, long hair, bright-green eyes, and a model's figure. A perfect dream girl, who's now reality.
Ivy smiles shyly as she steps into the room. Her skin is porcelain, unflawed and shiny. White-blind hair, straight and flowing, falls down her back and ends a little bit past her waist. She's not wearing her woven grass robe, but instead a dress mist likely altered from a piece of clothing from her clothes sack. It probably reached the floor at one point, with long sleeves, but the sleeves are gone and the skirt's been snipped away, leaving behind a green dress that shows off mile-long legs.
But her face...all that pales in comparison to her face. Heart-shaped, with high cheekbones, an elegant nose, a well-shaped chin, and her lips—she's not covering them anymore—two shimmering, bright green pools I would be happy to drown in or go through. People believe the eyes are the window to your soul, and Ivy's soul is beautiful.”
― Colleen Boyd, Swamp Angel

“Same time as every day, Fyl..." she fussed, the rest of the bridge crew seeming to hold their breaths. "TWELVE THIRTY!" came the chorus. The next hour dragged by, in about the same way as the hour before that. At twelve twenty-five, Commander Ortez found himself stepping out of an elevator into an equally mundane grey steel corridor on his way to the mess hall. Turning a corner, he met with a stream of crewmen milling around between shifts. Some off-duty personnel were lounging around in civvies, which consisted mostly of re-revamped 60's hippy fashions. Of all the places on the ship, the mess was the most spacious, (i.e.: it was a big mess.) The command officer’s balcony overhung the rest of the crew dining area. Ortez sat at his usual place, wincing as he remembered to get someone to fix the springs in his chair. An ensign, 3rd class dressed in chef’s white, served him with a plate of what either ended up feeding the chefs latest pet - or strangling it. Marnetti, Barnum and the sciences officer Commander Jaris Skotchdopole filed in, not necessarily in that order, and found seats. After a few bites, Marnetti -- who was the first officer and navigator, put up a hand and signalled a waiter. The lad approached fearfully, appreciating the highlight of his day.”
― Christina Engela, Space Sucks!