Quotes About Praise

Flattery is the worst and falsest way of showing our esteem

'Tis an old maxim in the schools,That flattery's the food of fools;Yet now and then your men of witWill condescend to take a bit.

It feels good to have your work respected again.

You're good, did you know that?' Oh, yes.

They welcomed him as a hero, but he now knew that heroes were soon created by those needing reflected glory.

Still ours the dance, the feast, the glorious Psalm, The mystic lights of emblem, and the Word.

What you think upon grows. Finally, brethren, whatsoever things are true, whatsoever things are honest, whatsoever things are just, whatsoever things are pure, whatsoever things are lovely, whatsoever things are of good report; if there be any virtue, and if there be any praise, think on these things (Philippians 4:8).

In the image of Christ, man becomes fully the child of God when he allows God to fill his mouth with praise. Earthly

It is a sign of creeping inner death when we can no longer praise the living.

We have the tendency to trace the good in our lives back to ourselves. But in the end, we find that it is all a work of God.

Glory, glory, said the Bee, Hallelujah, said the Flea. Praise the Lord, remarked the Wren. At springtime all is born-again.

Children cannot be fooled by empty praise and condescending encouragement. They may have to accept artificial bolstering of their self-esteem in lieu of something better, but what I call their accruing ego identity gains real strength only from wholehearted and consistent recognition of real accomplishment, that is, achievement that has meaning in their culture.

Thank you." Clear Sky blinked happily at his cats, and gave Sparrow Fur a swift lick around the ears. "You are without doubt the most flea-brained kit I've ever come across," he meowed. "And the bravest. Thank you, too.

You're twice the cat Tigerpaw will ever be. I could never be disappointed in you.

There cannot be such a thing as true life without praise. Praising and no longer praising are related to each other as are living and no longer living." —Claus Westermann, The Praise of God in the Psalms (1965)

I grew up in a home environment where I wasn't getting esteem for anything I did.

If you hear how wonderful you are often enough, you begin to believe it, no matter how you try to resist it.

Criticism can never instruct or benefit you. Its chief effect is that of a telegram with dubious news. Praise leaves no glow behind, for it is a writer's habit to remember nothing good of himself. I have usually forgotten those who have admired my work, and seldom anyone who disliked it. Obviously, this is because praise is never enough and censure always too much.

He too greeted me warmly and praised the Fed's response to the crisis.

Our September rate cut drew the usual mix of praise and criticism.

It was not just one career I mourned; as I had never tried any career I mourned them all. Never having put my talents to the test, I imagined they were limitless and cursed them because of it, wishing nature had made me weak and commonplace, and spared me at any rate the remorse that comes from deliberate self-abasement. Any praise or approval of my intelligence or knowledge seemed an unbearable reproach, like hearing admiration for the powerful arms of an athlete chained down in a dungeon.

To find out a girl's faults, praise her to her girlfriends.

Praise to the undeserving is severe satire.

If you would reap Praise you must sow the Seeds, Gentle Words and useful Deeds.