Best Gift Quotes

“The best gift you can give to yourself is to invest in yourself.”
― Pooja Agnihotri, 17 Reasons Why Businesses Fail :Unscrew Yourself From Business Failure

“His love came with no strings attached, which I thought was the greatest gift one human being could give to another.”
― Lisa Kleypas, Blue-Eyed Devil

“The greatest gift you can leave to humanity is the beautiful trace you left behind yourself that invites people to reason, science and peace!”
― Mehmet Murat ildan

“A book, the greatest gift ever”
― R.Gayan Priyankara

“The best gift that we can give to our friends is true love and sincere appreciation.”
― Debasish Mridha

“Motherhood has taught me that love, is the best gift you can ever give to your children.”
― Gift Gugu Mona

“Self-love is the best gift you can ever give yourself.”
― Gift Gugu Mona

“The best gift one can give to one's children is a happy marriage.”
― Anurag Shrivastava, The Web of Karma

“The best gift you can give to people is to love them.”
― Lailah Gifty Akita

“Sacré, Belle!" Marguerite had exclaimed upon entering, and though the grandeur of the room had never dulled for Belle, it was a treat to see it through Marguerite's eyes, and only made Belle more certain that opening it to the public was the right decision.
"I know. It's magnificent, isn't it?" Belle replied dreamily.
Marguerite ran her hands along the gilded banisters encircling the spiral staircase. "I've never seen so many books in all my life." She turned back to Belle and gave her a wry grin. "Is it true that your husband simply gave it to you during your courtship?"
A blush crept up her neck. She had thought of her time in the castle as many things, but a courtship was never one of them. "Something like that," she admitted. She wondered if she would ever feel close enough to Marguerite to tell her the truth.
Marguerite let out an appraising whistle. "No wonder you married him."
Belle blushed as she pulled her through the stacks, pointing out favorite books along the way. She ushered Marguerite to her favorite chaise nestled in her favorite alcove.
"This spot is best for a gloomy afternoon," Belle told her, pointing to a red velvet settee next to a small fireplace, framed by a window almost as tall as the room itself. "The patter of raindrops on the glass mixed with the warmth of the fire..."
"It must be heavenly," said Marguerite.
"It is."
Marguerite spun back around, head tilted to the ceiling, before collapsing in a heap on the plush carpet and motioning for Belle to join her on the floor. Belle acquiesced, lying down beside her friend and noting the view was even more remarkable from that new vantage.”
― Emma Theriault, Rebel Rose