Jeff Kinney Quotes

I've been sent lots of lovely gifts - everything from candy and peanut butter to hand-made quilts, pictures, and clothing. I was once sent a crate of avocados. Fortunately, I love them.

Anyone who says they don't like to receive a gift is lying.

This is my present, you know. My present from Mother.

Tom Petty sent me this amazing 12-string Rickenbacker, and 'Not for You' was the first time I used it. It was like a Christmas present. One day, it just showed up at my door. I called him up and thanked him.

I like gifts. I like to give them and I like to get them.

You have no idea how hard I've looked for a gift to bring You. Nothing seemed right. What's the point of bringing gold to the gold mine, or water to the ocean. Everything I came up with was like taking spices to the Orient. It's no good giving my heart and my soul because you already have these. So I've brought you a mirror. Look at yourself and remember me.

I got £25. My friends all gave me £5. It was a very thoughtful present.

Laurie, you're an angel! How shall I ever thank you?" "Fly at me again. I rather liked it," said Laurie, looking mischievous, a thing he had not done for a fortnight.

I thank you, God, in Heaven, for friends.

Show gratitude. Gratitude is a simple but powerful thing.

Santa Claus has already been here and everything. Want to see what he brought for you?" "Is it a big present?" "Very big." "With a big red bow on it?

When I was six or seven years old, growing up in Pittsburgh, I used to take a precious penny of my own and hide it for someone else to find. I was greatly excited at the thought of the first lucky passerby who would receive a gift in this way, regardless of merit, a free gift from the universe. . . . I've been thinking about seeing. There are lots of things to see, unwrapped gifts and free surprises. The world is fairly studded and strewn with pennies cast broadside from a generous hand.

I awoke this morning with devout thanksgiving for my friends, the old and the new.

A bag of apples, a pot of homemade jam, a scribbled note, a bunch of golden flowers, a coloured pebble, a box of seedlings, an empty scent bottle for the children. . . . Who needs diamonds and van-delivered bouquets?

November, I'll give thanks that you belong to me. December, you're the present beneath my Christmas tree.

'Thank you' is the best prayer that anyone could say.

Here, I stole it for you. Why don’t you tell me what it’s for.” “Aw, Sophronia, how thoughtful. You brought me a present!

To her- Hand in hand we come Christopher Robin and I To lay this book in your lap. Say you're surprised? Say you like it? Say it's just what you wanted? Because it's yours- because we love you.

You can't open your presents 'til you write your thank-you letters.

Praise is the only gift for which people are really grateful.

What if the beauty around us is meant as a reminder for the many gifts we have been given and our need to give thanks to them?

We often take for granted the very things that most deserve our gratitude.

Friendship freely given and gratefully received is one of life's greatest gifts.

There's one post-Christmas chore I love-writing thank-you letters.... Lots of companies for many reasonable reasons, I guess, have a policy against sending even Christmas cards, never mind things, at Christmastime. But our clan gets a big kick out of opening the Warner-Lambert box containing an assortment of their wares; we argue over which of the boys is to get the Union Oil Co. necktie [and] all the holiday long we play the marvelous Christmas music sent by Goodyear.... None of these things means that Forbes or Forbeses have been had. But all of us like being thought of.