To be a child means to owe one's existence to another, and even in our adult life we never quite reach the point where we no longer have to give thanks for being the person we are.
Only the Christian religion, which in its essence is communicated by the eternal child of God, keeps alive in its believers the lifelong awareness of their being children, and therefore of having to ask and give thanks for things.
I can sit here and say I've survived heart break and all those nights I thought I couldn't bare to live without you, yeah I just want to thank them, because I did & now I couldn't imagine a life with you.
But give thanks, at least, that you still have Frost's poems; and when you feel the need of solitude, retreat to the companionship of moon, water, hills and trees. Retreat, he reminds us, should not be confused with escape. And take these poems along...
Marge Gunderson: [to Radisson hotel concierge] I'm doing really super there, thanks. I am Mrs. Gunderson. I have a reservation. Hotel Clerk: Yep, you sure do, Mrs. Gunderson. Marge Gunderson: [smiling] Is there a phone down here, you think?
Cobb: I need to get home. That's all I care about right now. Ariadne: Why can't you go home? Cobb: Because they think I killed her. Ariadne: [silence] Cobb: Thank you. Ariadne: For what? Cobb: For not asking whether I did.
Roger Murtaugh: Listen, sorry about all that shit I was in your face about earlier... you saved my life. Thank you. Martin Riggs: Oh, I'll bet that hurt to say. Roger Murtaugh: [chuckles] You'll never know.
Kid #3: My Mommy says smoking kills. Nick Naylor: Oh, is your Mommy a doctor? Kid #3: No. Nick Naylor: A scientific researcher of some kind? Kid #3: No. Nick Naylor: Well, then she's hardly a credible expert, is she?
BR: Oh, I heard the Heather Holloway article is coming out tomorrow. Nick Naylor: Really? BR: Yeah, anything I should be worried about? Nick Naylor: Yeah, the Cancer Association. Apparently they have it in for us. BR: Fuckers.
I let go of the notion of wanting someone to ignore the way I look in order to find me attractive, because really, what kind of relationship would that be? One where someone's only attracted to you because they're ignoring a fundamental part of you? ...
If my tears spilled spontaneously at that moment it’s because I immediately understood that what was happening, like in a dream, was the treat you had prepared for me I felt your friendship much stronger than if you had thanked me a million times t...
One of the most difficult defilements of the spirit to deal with is the critical spirit. A critical spirit has its root in pride. Because of the 'plank' of pride in our own eye we are not capable of dealing with the 'speck' of need in someone else. W...
Just when it seemed my mother couldn’t bear one more needle, one more insane orange pill, my sister, in silence, stood at the end of the bed and slowly rubbed her feet, which were scratchy with hard, yellow skin, and dirt cramped beneath the broken...
[Truman is trying to leave town in his car, with Meryl. He's gone through various obstacles including traffic jams and a forest fire. Now he's hearing a warning siren] Truman: [suspiciously] What now? [they're coming up to Seahaven Nuclear Power Stat...
Ivy!' I stammered, then glared at Kisten. 'You told Ivy? Thanks a hell of a lot. Want to call my mom next?
Vic knelt by Lucas's side. 'You look like crap, by the way.' 'Thanks for breaking it to me gently.' Lucas took a deep breath, then groaned.
Thank fucking God. Christ, sorry about praying with “fucking.” Shit! Sorry about saying “Christ!” Shut up, Dove. God hates you.
I feel like I'm just doing a job. It's amazing to think that you affect other peoples' lives on such a grand scale. I'm so thankful for that, and I'm so lucky. It's hard to stop and think that people are interested in me.
Destiny, if I could sit across the porch from God, I'd thank Him for Lending me you.....
Your party kicked so much ass!Even though you suck so much! It's like, instead of blood, your heart pumps liquid suck! But thanks for the beer!
When somebody asks me if they can fix me a sandwich, I say, “No thanks. The one I have isn’t broken.
