It was times like this when he almost felt grateful when she looked in his direction. When she acknowledged that he existed instead of casting her eyes to the floor whenever they were outside of the class. He didn’t understand her and it frustrated him. She was such a complex character… so much more than the nerdy exterior that she projected in his face. Her face wasn’t conventionally pretty, but he found himself watching the slight twitches in her expression constantly, and when she smiled… he smiled. He smiled so fucking much that his face ached.
He didn’t know when it happened. One day she was just this quiet girl that sat a couple of seats away that he’d go to ask for help. He didn’t even look at her… let alone pay attention to her. Then one day, as he and a girl was talking, he heard her scoff
i am so grateful that i have you in my life. you amaze me with your love you captivate me your tenderness. i am blessed to have you in my life and to God i am forever grateful to him. you brighten up my dark days and bring a big smile to my sour face lol . babe i love you and i can’t imagine going on without you in my life. i am truly a blessed woman.
Eudine
I am grateful for so many things. I may not always seem grateful or feel grateful at every moment, but I have a lot for which I can be grateful. It may be difficult to feel or remember all the time, especially when things are not going well, but it is important to make some quiet time and see all the blessings we have and for them be grateful. Be grateful for life and experiences.
Tom
I could never repay them. I’ll probably never see them again. But without them, I wouldn’t be alive today. They did something for me that I would never expect, and I swear someday I’ll find a way to make it up to them.
Are you grateful for the sunshine? We have had so much ice and snow and cold, cold, cold! To be grateful, one must wake up and look around. Think about all you have, not all you do not have. Is this enough? Am I running out of time? The little blue line at the bottom is growing. I love the color blue, don’t you? I will be grateful when the timer goes off! I think I got in
Dorothy Davis
My nephew isn’t very grateful. Ever since his birthday, each time I see him he asks me, “Where’s my present?” But, he never says thank you when he gets gifts he just feels like it’s a given that he should be lavished with gifts.
I was walking down the street one day and dropped a nickel… I reached down to pick it up, but an older hand got there before me. A old, weathered, dirty hand. We looked up at the same time, and where in my eyes I showed only desire, they showed hunger. Want. Need. And as I stepped away to let them have the money, what shone the brightest was that they were grateful.
Kai Hunter
She looked at the way that his lips parted slightly as he gazed over her when they laid in bed that night, wearing nothing but the warmth of the other and a thin, silk blanket stretched over their dark bodies as they sat, enveloped in the darkness around them.
Bree
He bows his head, grateful for the selfless gesture that saved his life.
The bearded, homeless wizard observed the young man, knelt in supplication before him, baffled. He didn’t realize he’d done anything to help.
Thankful. I am grateful for everything in my life.To be grateful to me is being happy. If you are not grateful, then you would probably be a cruel and boring person.
Susan Rhom
Being grateful is understanding the sacrifice that people make to better you. It is knowing the power of the flow of your life, and accepting that you may have just gotten lucky.
He’s the type of guy who never says “thank you,” or “sorry.” He’s not appreciative nor sympathetic. He lacks the qualities necessary to make him a good guy. I hate that I’m so grateful in those moments where good qualities occur from within him, cause I settle for those ocassions.
He was grateful that the bullett did not peirce his heart. He might have a chance at living. Now he had to figure out how to get outnof the grave he was in.
Grateful. Something I often feel but never acknowledge – grateful for the family I have, grateful for the friends I have, the education, the time, the life I have. Because my life is so much better then someone else’s, it’s evident that my life is of course better off because someone else will be having a worse off day than I. And sadly – I can’t help them. I’m just stuck in my own little bubble.
He’s currently stagnant, an alarming kind of passive that does not come easily to him but has somehow flattened out the dimples from his cheeks and wrinkles from his eyes as if they were ironed smooth. His face is an unreadable map, devoid of the scrunch of skin that would resemble hills or mountains if one payed close enough attention. Meredith has a hard time reading Elijah in times like these but during them he doesn’t really need to, not yet. Elijah can be vacant all he likes, unresponsive and still so long as Meredith can tilt his head and dab a fresh wound with a wet cloth. After all, he knows Elijah’s silence isn’t stemmed from a lack of emotions- no, that never crosses his mind. Elijah may be feeling a hundred different emotions (all he can name) at once, all of them flooding in, simultaneously rushing.
Meredith can’t do anything about that (yet), but he doesn’t feel compelled to. Not when it’s become so quiet, and not when Elijah finally glances at him and lets at least one flicker through.
something so often overlooked, when we focus on the things we want and don’t have rather than the million ways our needs are met without us realizing it at all. the breath and the life that i have is a commodity that some do not have. the ability to see what i see with my own eyes and experience what i have experienced. memories only i can recall and picture in deep sleep
Yasmine
I’m so grateful that I have work and friends and a place to live and a good kid and a good voice because i love to sing and the things that get me down are just bullshit lines playing in my head
I’m grateful for everything you’ve done for you. You mean so much, so goddamn much you have no idea. Lordy. You mean so much to me, I just swore for you. Do you see that? -laughs- but really… words can’t even describe my gratitude, my feelings for you, the way you’ve supported, inspired, and encouraged me. The way you’ve helped shape me into the person I am today.
Thank you aren’t strong enough words.
I love you isn’t either, but that’s all I have to say.
I don’t know how to be grateful or so I’ve been told. Thing is, there are the illusions people perpetuate and then there are the lies you keep telling yourself. No one wants to look past the dream, for who would willingly reckon with the nightmare. But that’s the thing about choice isn’t it. There is always a good one and always a bad one, yet the mistake is believing you can only be grateful for one when the truth is lucidity and madness, well – spin that coin and tell me if one doesn’t resemble the other from time to time. If what you thought was the dream was the nightmare, were you ever really grateful for it?
Cheerishing the little things. Sometimes we let go or take granted for the things that, in the end, when they leave, we realize how much we needed them. That pretty much sums up my left story.
Blunt
There was a grateful woman once. He son called her often and her cats came when called. Her family called her Sally, but she called herself Lucky. She had a house called a home, a car called a ride, a friend called a brother, and a wife called her love. She was a happy woman. In her ripe old age. And when god called her, she’d smile all the way.he asked her what she was grateful for and she said that she always had something to call her happily ever after. She had a good life. Full of happiness and love, cheer was never far away but in the doghouse lived fear. Fear ate with hate, and hate got sick and died. He didn’t get to meet god like Sally did, and for that she we are grateful. This minute is long and that makes me grateful. I wonder how Sally would have responded. With a poem about her love I bet.
Natalie Leonard
Genuine gratitude goes so much further than what a person would expect. A quiet ‘thank you’ or a simple grateful smile warms the heart and lifts the spirits more so than any amount of false pride or forced praise can. Yet in our current society, a word of thanks is so ingrained and instinctive that it becomes unfeeling, an expected thing in a conformist world. If even acknowledgement and appreciation becomes meaningless, how much longer do we have until social interaction become as scripted and predictable as this?
Or are we already there?
Rai
the heat pushes me out of bed,
and horizontal slices of sunlight
pierce my eyelids awake
until i have to get up
the summer sun beats down on me
in steady, sweaty, pulses—
brightness, brightness,
as if light cradled the earth
people think of white sand beaches and
roaring ocean waves of blue and green,
or maybe cold drinks with water droplets pouring
onto tabletops and swimsuits
people think of lounging in bed in short shorts
with four fans open at once and
endless ice cream cones at the corner of the street
with all of your best friends (and more)
i think of an excuse to sleep in and
not do anything today, an excuse
for oversized gelato cones and
baring my legs
the tropics aren’t paradise,
but i guess they aren’t
the eighth circle of hell either
it’s starting to warm up to me
F
Sitting listening to the band, bouncing my son on my knee, my daughter dancing around joyfully in front of me, I am reminded again that I should always be grateful, for even though life throws a few slings and arrows at me now and again, I am outstandingly lucky to be living the life I do.
tonykeyesjapan
He took her hand, lips curved in a smile. “Thank you.” He whispered, voice barely audible.
She looked at him, brows knitting together in disbelief. “All I did was say yes.” She replied, self-doubt taking hold of her once more.
He laughed. “You gave me forever.”
Alana
“You ungrateful wench,” Adia growled, shoving the younger woman with both hands into the nearby wall. “I ought to have you drawn and quartered for saying such nasty things about your father. Don’t forget he’s the King, the very reason you’ve got a single breath in your body.”
AJ Kenobi
What am I grateful for? Lots of things. I’m grateful for internet tv and movies. A distraction from mylife. I’m grateful I’m not suicidal at the moment, and grateful for all the reasons I’m still here. I am also not grateful for things
Sarah
Dialogues like that made my heart happier. Sure, it was hard in the middle of things– debating with someone you care deeply about, being afraid to put your opinions out there, being hurt when someone doesn’t share your views, becoming angry when they won’t “see the light.” But in the end, i’d rather have that then silent compliance. If we all agreed, life would be boring.
You’ve taught yourself to be grateful. Your friends and family appreciate it, you think your dog appreciates it, you touch the corners of your lips and you wonder if anything you’re feeling is real but oh do you thank god that you’re able to feel it anyway.
Katie
Grateful. My mother often accuses me of being ungrateful. But it’s not true. She tells me that when I complain about how stressed I am that I do not appreciate how stressed she is for me, but I am only stressed for her.
Hannah Ross
I was born this way. I was born unto the storm and the night and the howling winds sending towering waves crashing over the battlements. I was born to a dying mother and a absent father. I was born to rule as cold and harsh as the iron seas that proclaimed my arrival. I was born to be king, and I suppose there is something to be grateful for there.
R.
I have never been more grateful than I am to you now. Because even though you hurt me more than words could ever describe you taught me one of the most important lessons I will ever learn. It’s not what you think;
No, you still don’t get it. That feeling of two hearts beating at exactly the same time at the same pace, together, the feeling of being in love, it’s not just a coincidence. It happens every single day. In long lines at the coffee shop and bookstores that have everything but the books you want and on the same busy streets you walk down day after day after day. No sir, love is not just a coincidence, it’s not a god damn miracle. It’s simply part of life. And you need to accept it as such while you still have the chance.
I am to grateful to how he held me, how he kissed me, how he cared every moment we spent next to each other, how he’d waste time just listening to me and caring for my troubles, he was everything to me and i was everything to him, and i am going to be nothing without him, and now hes gone.
These are all the things
being dead wrong
being a scary sight
being in process
flippin dance
scraping my knees back when I had them
knowing that I could be dead on.
Chickpea Dardor
I have been called a lot of names, Been accused of a lot of things. I have a cold exterior. I speak in short sentences like the blades cutting air on a helicopter. Ungrateful was used as an insult towards me. I am grateful, but I always feared that showing it would make me weak. So I am above everything, untouchable. Steel on the outside, crumbling on the inside.
It was times like this when he almost felt grateful when she looked in his direction. When she acknowledged that he existed instead of casting her eyes to the floor whenever they were outside of the class. He didn’t understand her and it frustrated him. She was such a complex character… so much more than the nerdy exterior that she projected in his face. Her face wasn’t conventionally pretty, but he found himself watching the slight twitches in her expression constantly, and when she smiled… he smiled. He smiled so fucking much that his face ached.
He didn’t know when it happened. One day she was just this quiet girl that sat a couple of seats away that he’d go to ask for help. He didn’t even look at her… let alone pay attention to her. Then one day, as he and a girl was talking, he heard her scoff
i am so grateful that i have you in my life. you amaze me with your love you captivate me your tenderness. i am blessed to have you in my life and to God i am forever grateful to him. you brighten up my dark days and bring a big smile to my sour face lol . babe i love you and i can’t imagine going on without you in my life. i am truly a blessed woman.
I am grateful for so many things. I may not always seem grateful or feel grateful at every moment, but I have a lot for which I can be grateful. It may be difficult to feel or remember all the time, especially when things are not going well, but it is important to make some quiet time and see all the blessings we have and for them be grateful. Be grateful for life and experiences.
I could never repay them. I’ll probably never see them again. But without them, I wouldn’t be alive today. They did something for me that I would never expect, and I swear someday I’ll find a way to make it up to them.
Karen bowed before the donor. It felt strange not to be poise, but her heart was so heavy with gratitude she couldn’t hold up her nose.
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Are you grateful for the sunshine? We have had so much ice and snow and cold, cold, cold! To be grateful, one must wake up and look around. Think about all you have, not all you do not have. Is this enough? Am I running out of time? The little blue line at the bottom is growing. I love the color blue, don’t you? I will be grateful when the timer goes off! I think I got in
My nephew isn’t very grateful. Ever since his birthday, each time I see him he asks me, “Where’s my present?” But, he never says thank you when he gets gifts he just feels like it’s a given that he should be lavished with gifts.
I was walking down the street one day and dropped a nickel… I reached down to pick it up, but an older hand got there before me. A old, weathered, dirty hand. We looked up at the same time, and where in my eyes I showed only desire, they showed hunger. Want. Need. And as I stepped away to let them have the money, what shone the brightest was that they were grateful.
She looked at the way that his lips parted slightly as he gazed over her when they laid in bed that night, wearing nothing but the warmth of the other and a thin, silk blanket stretched over their dark bodies as they sat, enveloped in the darkness around them.
He bows his head, grateful for the selfless gesture that saved his life.
The bearded, homeless wizard observed the young man, knelt in supplication before him, baffled. He didn’t realize he’d done anything to help.
Thankful. I am grateful for everything in my life.To be grateful to me is being happy. If you are not grateful, then you would probably be a cruel and boring person.
Being grateful is understanding the sacrifice that people make to better you. It is knowing the power of the flow of your life, and accepting that you may have just gotten lucky.
He’s the type of guy who never says “thank you,” or “sorry.” He’s not appreciative nor sympathetic. He lacks the qualities necessary to make him a good guy. I hate that I’m so grateful in those moments where good qualities occur from within him, cause I settle for those ocassions.
He was grateful that the bullett did not peirce his heart. He might have a chance at living. Now he had to figure out how to get outnof the grave he was in.
I have so much in life to be grateful for so why is it that when anything goes wrong I complain about it and forget the good things!
Grateful. Something I often feel but never acknowledge – grateful for the family I have, grateful for the friends I have, the education, the time, the life I have. Because my life is so much better then someone else’s, it’s evident that my life is of course better off because someone else will be having a worse off day than I. And sadly – I can’t help them. I’m just stuck in my own little bubble.
“You know, you should be grateful. In the grand scheme of things, your life could’ve been so much worse.”
He’s currently stagnant, an alarming kind of passive that does not come easily to him but has somehow flattened out the dimples from his cheeks and wrinkles from his eyes as if they were ironed smooth. His face is an unreadable map, devoid of the scrunch of skin that would resemble hills or mountains if one payed close enough attention. Meredith has a hard time reading Elijah in times like these but during them he doesn’t really need to, not yet. Elijah can be vacant all he likes, unresponsive and still so long as Meredith can tilt his head and dab a fresh wound with a wet cloth. After all, he knows Elijah’s silence isn’t stemmed from a lack of emotions- no, that never crosses his mind. Elijah may be feeling a hundred different emotions (all he can name) at once, all of them flooding in, simultaneously rushing.
Meredith can’t do anything about that (yet), but he doesn’t feel compelled to. Not when it’s become so quiet, and not when Elijah finally glances at him and lets at least one flicker through.
something so often overlooked, when we focus on the things we want and don’t have rather than the million ways our needs are met without us realizing it at all. the breath and the life that i have is a commodity that some do not have. the ability to see what i see with my own eyes and experience what i have experienced. memories only i can recall and picture in deep sleep
I’m so grateful that I have work and friends and a place to live and a good kid and a good voice because i love to sing and the things that get me down are just bullshit lines playing in my head
I’m grateful for everything you’ve done for you. You mean so much, so goddamn much you have no idea. Lordy. You mean so much to me, I just swore for you. Do you see that? -laughs- but really… words can’t even describe my gratitude, my feelings for you, the way you’ve supported, inspired, and encouraged me. The way you’ve helped shape me into the person I am today.
Thank you aren’t strong enough words.
I love you isn’t either, but that’s all I have to say.
I love you.
I don’t know how to be grateful or so I’ve been told. Thing is, there are the illusions people perpetuate and then there are the lies you keep telling yourself. No one wants to look past the dream, for who would willingly reckon with the nightmare. But that’s the thing about choice isn’t it. There is always a good one and always a bad one, yet the mistake is believing you can only be grateful for one when the truth is lucidity and madness, well – spin that coin and tell me if one doesn’t resemble the other from time to time. If what you thought was the dream was the nightmare, were you ever really grateful for it?
A sweet smile,
A “Thank you”,
A kiss on the cheek,
A warm, comforting hug,
A good deed for another –
Little ways in which gratitude can be expressed.
Cheerishing the little things. Sometimes we let go or take granted for the things that, in the end, when they leave, we realize how much we needed them. That pretty much sums up my left story.
There was a grateful woman once. He son called her often and her cats came when called. Her family called her Sally, but she called herself Lucky. She had a house called a home, a car called a ride, a friend called a brother, and a wife called her love. She was a happy woman. In her ripe old age. And when god called her, she’d smile all the way.he asked her what she was grateful for and she said that she always had something to call her happily ever after. She had a good life. Full of happiness and love, cheer was never far away but in the doghouse lived fear. Fear ate with hate, and hate got sick and died. He didn’t get to meet god like Sally did, and for that she we are grateful. This minute is long and that makes me grateful. I wonder how Sally would have responded. With a poem about her love I bet.
Genuine gratitude goes so much further than what a person would expect. A quiet ‘thank you’ or a simple grateful smile warms the heart and lifts the spirits more so than any amount of false pride or forced praise can. Yet in our current society, a word of thanks is so ingrained and instinctive that it becomes unfeeling, an expected thing in a conformist world. If even acknowledgement and appreciation becomes meaningless, how much longer do we have until social interaction become as scripted and predictable as this?
Or are we already there?
the heat pushes me out of bed,
and horizontal slices of sunlight
pierce my eyelids awake
until i have to get up
the summer sun beats down on me
in steady, sweaty, pulses—
brightness, brightness,
as if light cradled the earth
people think of white sand beaches and
roaring ocean waves of blue and green,
or maybe cold drinks with water droplets pouring
onto tabletops and swimsuits
people think of lounging in bed in short shorts
with four fans open at once and
endless ice cream cones at the corner of the street
with all of your best friends (and more)
i think of an excuse to sleep in and
not do anything today, an excuse
for oversized gelato cones and
baring my legs
the tropics aren’t paradise,
but i guess they aren’t
the eighth circle of hell either
it’s starting to warm up to me
Sitting listening to the band, bouncing my son on my knee, my daughter dancing around joyfully in front of me, I am reminded again that I should always be grateful, for even though life throws a few slings and arrows at me now and again, I am outstandingly lucky to be living the life I do.
He took her hand, lips curved in a smile. “Thank you.” He whispered, voice barely audible.
She looked at him, brows knitting together in disbelief. “All I did was say yes.” She replied, self-doubt taking hold of her once more.
He laughed. “You gave me forever.”
“You ungrateful wench,” Adia growled, shoving the younger woman with both hands into the nearby wall. “I ought to have you drawn and quartered for saying such nasty things about your father. Don’t forget he’s the King, the very reason you’ve got a single breath in your body.”
What am I grateful for? Lots of things. I’m grateful for internet tv and movies. A distraction from mylife. I’m grateful I’m not suicidal at the moment, and grateful for all the reasons I’m still here. I am also not grateful for things
Dialogues like that made my heart happier. Sure, it was hard in the middle of things– debating with someone you care deeply about, being afraid to put your opinions out there, being hurt when someone doesn’t share your views, becoming angry when they won’t “see the light.” But in the end, i’d rather have that then silent compliance. If we all agreed, life would be boring.
You’ve taught yourself to be grateful. Your friends and family appreciate it, you think your dog appreciates it, you touch the corners of your lips and you wonder if anything you’re feeling is real but oh do you thank god that you’re able to feel it anyway.
Grateful. My mother often accuses me of being ungrateful. But it’s not true. She tells me that when I complain about how stressed I am that I do not appreciate how stressed she is for me, but I am only stressed for her.
I was born this way. I was born unto the storm and the night and the howling winds sending towering waves crashing over the battlements. I was born to a dying mother and a absent father. I was born to rule as cold and harsh as the iron seas that proclaimed my arrival. I was born to be king, and I suppose there is something to be grateful for there.
I have never been more grateful than I am to you now. Because even though you hurt me more than words could ever describe you taught me one of the most important lessons I will ever learn. It’s not what you think;
No, you still don’t get it. That feeling of two hearts beating at exactly the same time at the same pace, together, the feeling of being in love, it’s not just a coincidence. It happens every single day. In long lines at the coffee shop and bookstores that have everything but the books you want and on the same busy streets you walk down day after day after day. No sir, love is not just a coincidence, it’s not a god damn miracle. It’s simply part of life. And you need to accept it as such while you still have the chance.
Thank you for reminding me.
I am to grateful to how he held me, how he kissed me, how he cared every moment we spent next to each other, how he’d waste time just listening to me and caring for my troubles, he was everything to me and i was everything to him, and i am going to be nothing without him, and now hes gone.
These are all the things
being dead wrong
being a scary sight
being in process
flippin dance
scraping my knees back when I had them
knowing that I could be dead on.
I have been called a lot of names, Been accused of a lot of things. I have a cold exterior. I speak in short sentences like the blades cutting air on a helicopter. Ungrateful was used as an insult towards me. I am grateful, but I always feared that showing it would make me weak. So I am above everything, untouchable. Steel on the outside, crumbling on the inside.