Quotes About Praise

The foolish face of praise,'" Uncle Frosty quoted. "'. . . the forced smile which we put on in company where we do not feel at ease, in answer to conversation which does not interest us.'" "Who wrote that?" I asked in astonishment. "Emerson.

THANK YA THANK YA VERY MUCH

A word of encouragement during failure is better off than an hour of praise after success. ~Emeasoba George

Faith moves God like praise/worship does. As a matter of fact, if/when your faith says yes undoubtedly. Then, God can't/won't say NO to you/your need/request. I mean, undoubtful faith stimulates God to speedily interfere/intervene in your/one's case/matter/situation.

You should praise God in season and out of season i.e. you've got to praise God in good time and bad time, in challenges and comfort. For, he (God) expects you to praise him at all times and never sometimes.

For the normal man, life is an undisputed reality; only the sick man is delighted by life and praises it so that he won't collapse.

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Raging like a lion or wild boar and slaughtering many enemies may be worthy of praise and honor in the world of Homer's characters, but similes claiming that the warriors are like such beasts invite the audience to consider whether it really is optimal behavior for a human being. Is it really something to brag about?

Of all the rivers in the land, Thee most I love, fair Trent, For in thy stream and by thy banks My happiest hours I've spent. 'Twas there, hard by, I first drew breath, There hope to end my days; And everywhere I'll tell till death My native river's praise.

Praise Him, ye sceptred saints, With God, like-minded, glorying in His will, Impeccable, who muse celestial things; Whose sins are washed away in seas of love; Who, liberate from all law, sit judging law; Whose passion for perfection sated, ye, Rapt into Deity, with your Lord enjoy Life unitive, life eternal, life divine; Who revel in futurity, and inhale The gust of inspiration at His lips; Of all worlds owner, author of all fates.

"The envious die not once, but as oft as the envied win applause."

The sweetest of all consolations to suffering souls, to martyrs, to artists, in the worst of that divine agony which hatred and envy force upon them, is to meet with praise where they have hitherto found censure and injustice.

You're dealing with the demon of external validation. You can't beat external validation. You want to know why Because it feels sooo good.

You are a modest man; you love quiet and independence, and have a delicacy and reserve in your temper which renders it impossible for you to elbow your way in the world, and be the herald of your own merits. Be content then with a modest retirement, with the esteem of your intimate friends, with the praises of a blameless heart, and a delicate, ingenuous spirit; but resign the splendid distinctions of the world to those who can better scramble for them.

Worship is the language of belief.

Hell's foundations quiver At the shout of praise; Brothers, lift your voices, Loud your anthems raise.

Onward then, ye people, join our happy throng, Blend with ours your voices in the triumph song. Glory, laud, and honor unto Christ the King, This through countless ages men and angels sing.

Praise at least as often as you disparage.

When the angels praise God in Heaven I am sure they play Bach.

Este esfuerzo por conseguir que cada cual apruebe aquello que uno ama u odia es, en realidad, ambición; y así vemos que cada cual apetece, por naturaleza, que los demás vivan según la índole propia de él. Pero como todos lo apetecen a la vez, a la vez se estorban unos a otros, y como todos quieren ser alabados y amados por todos, se tienen odio unos a otros.

I have always believed that awards are like accessories to a car. They are very similar to the rear view mirror in a car, which gives you the confidence to drive. They sure mean a lot; however, they are not the be-all and end-all of life.

For some reason if we hear 100 praises and one criticism, we focus on that one hurtful thing.

However popular an artiste may be, awards were reassuring.

Of present fame think little, and of future less; the praises that we receive after we are buried, like the flowers that are strewed over our grave, may be gratifying to the living, but they are nothing to the dead.