Marcus Buckingham Quotes

When something is universal enough in our everyday lives, we take it for granted to the point of forgetting it exists.

The more often we see the things around us - even the beautiful and wonderful things - the more they become invisible to us. That is why we often take for granted the beauty of this world: the flowers, the trees, the birds, the clouds - even those we love. Because we see things so often, we see them less and less.

Families, particularly, tend to be the ones that you take the most for granted. They seem to slip under the radar, all those important things - it almost becomes second nature to do so.

Most human beings have an almost infinite capacity for taking things for granted.

In life, so many things are taken for granted, but one thing I can honestly say is that I took every day, enjoyed the game of putting on that uniform and playing the great game of baseball.

.I think daily life is the most beautiful and wonderful thing that anyone can have.

Amidst one's daily clutter, one doesn't usually reflect on the splendour of being free because - naturally - one has to get on with the business of living.

I live in a landscape, which every single day of my life is enriching.

I will do as I usually do. Tomorrow is going to be a day like any other day.

I think the ordinary is a very under-exploited aspect of our lives because it is so familiar.

We always like the new shiny thing–I benefitted from that when I was a candidate. And we take for granted sometimes, what is steady and true.

You sort of take your freedom for granted sometimes.

Happiness is perhaps painlessness, a state one rarely appreciates. Happiness, then, is very much like a great talent. It rarely gets appreciated and is taken for granted.

We take miracles for granted on a daily basis.

When things are taking their ordinary course, it is hard to remember what matters.

Think twice; it's just another day for you and me in paradise.

Everything becomes too normal after a while.

The trouble with you and me my friend, is the trouble with this nation, too many blessings, too little Appreciation.

It is not customary to love what one has.

How many slams in an old screen door? Depends how loud you shut it. How many slices in a bread? Depends how thin you cut it. How much good inside a day? Depends how good you live 'em. How much love inside a friend? Depends how much you give 'em.

Abundance, even of good things, prevents them from being valued

Eden is that old-fashioned house we dwell in every day Without suspecting our abode until we drive away.

Familiarity so dulls the edge of perception as to make us least acquainted with things forming part of our daily life.

Commonplaces never become tiresome. It is we who become tired when we cease to be curious and appreciative.

Imagine every day to he 5 the last6 of a life surrounded with hopes, cares, anger, and fear. The hours, that come unexpectedly, will be so much the more grateful.