Quotes About Praise

Bring me out of prison, that I may give thanks to your name! (Ps. 142:7)

In this crisis we praise you for Jesus, the high and safe Rock, the ultimate trustworthy foundation for any and every storm of life (Matt. 7:24–27). Thank you for rescuing us from building our lives on all kinds of shifting sands.

I do and I will yet praise you, my Savior and my God. My hope is in you, Father—for me and for all of my brokenhearted friends. I pray in Jesus' compassionate and victorious name. Amen.

Accept one another, then, just as Christ accepted you, in order to bring praise to God. (Rom. 15:7 NIV)

Put your hope in God, for I will yet praise him, my Savior and my God. (Ps. 43:5 NIV)

I'm praising you this morning for the Scriptures, for they are constantly redirecting my wandering heart to its true destination.

Will you not revive us again, that your people may rejoice in you? Show us your unfailing love, Lord, and grant us your salvation. (Ps. 85:6–7 NIV)

Simeon took him [Jesus] in his arms and praised God, saying: "Sovereign Lord, as you have promised, you may now dismiss your servant in peace. For my eyes have seen your salvation, which you have prepared in the sight of all nations: a light for revelation to the Gentiles, and the glory of your people Israel." (Luke 2:28–32 NIV)

I have been both overpraised and underpraised. I assume by the time I finish writing -- and I plan to go on writing until I'm 90 or gaga -- it will all equal itself out.

In my job, people tell you that all the time: 'This shoot was great. You look amazing.' But you never know what they say when you turn away.

The only time people do not like praise is when too much of it is going toward someone else.

There are many, many angels, more than there are human beings. They stand before the throne of God and praise Him. At the same time, they are among us, with us. Angels are real. And they are here.

No wonder, Sir, that he is vain; a man who is perpetually flattered in every mode that can be conceived. So many bellows have blown the fire, that one wonders he is not by this time become a cinder.

Perhaps every time anyone is praised it means that someone else somewhere is going to be ignored

London keeps me grounded. We don't get praised every time we open our gobs there.

There is no space in which worship should not take place, no time when it should not occur, and no activity through which it should not happen.

I have been complimented many times and they always embarrass me; I always feel they have not said enough.

She kept up her compliments, and I kept up my determination to deserve them or die.

We are always more anxious to be distinguished for a talent which we do not possess, than to be praised for the fifteen which we do possess.

Un clásico es un libro que todos alaban y nadie lee

She said all a body would have to do there [Heaven] was to go around all day long with a harp and sing, forever and ever.

A consciously exaggerated compliment is an offense.

Nay, it is of one hymn alone. The words are always the same, in number they are only about a dozen, there is no rhyme, there is no poetry: Hosannah, hosannah, hosannah, Lord God of Sabaoth, 'rah! 'rah! 'rah! siss! -- boom! ... a-a-ah!

My heart applauds inside my ears, first like a roaring crowd, then slows and slows until it's a solitary person, clapping with unbridled sarcasm. Clap. Clap. Clap. Well done, Ed. Well given up.