Love Quote by Garrison Keillor

Gratitude, here, isn’t a glow; it’s a moral assignment. Keillor’s line performs a small Midwestern sleight of hand: it opens like a dinner-table blessing and then turns the knife inward. “Thank you, God” sounds simple enough, but the next clause makes “this good life” less a victory lap than an inventory of unearned provisions - health, work, family, ordinary stability. The phrase “good life” carries the faint pressure of comparison, too: good relative to what others endure, good in ways we barely notice until they’re gone.

The real engine is the pivot: “forgive us if we do not love it enough.” Keillor smuggles guilt into gratitude, not to scold, but to expose how quickly comfort becomes background noise. Love is framed as a duty we’re perpetually failing. That “us” matters: it’s communal, implicating a culture that treats dissatisfaction as sophistication and appetite as identity. The prayer admits that modern life trains us to want upgrades, not to revere what already works.

Contextually, Keillor’s voice is steeped in a public-radio America of quotidian stories and quiet comedy, where decency is real but fragile, and cynicism is the easiest posture to adopt. The line is a prophylactic against that posture. Its intent isn’t piety for its own sake; it’s attention. It asks for forgiveness not because life is bad, but because we’re talented at overlooking the goodness until it becomes, suddenly, a eulogy.