Quotes About Praise

I thank you for your voices, thank you,Your most sweet voices.

Worse than the sun in MarchThis praise doth nourish agues.

Who is it that says most? which can say moreThan this rich praise,—that you alone are you?

When in the chronicle of wasted timeI see descriptions of the fairest wights,And beauty making beautiful old rime,In praise of ladies dead and lovely knights,Then, in the blazon of sweet beauty's best,Of hand, of foot, of lip, of eye, of brow,I see their antique pen would have express'dEven such a beauty as you master now.

The horn, the horn, the lusty hornIs not a thing to laugh to scorn.

She is mine own, And I as rich in having such a jewel As twenty seas, if all their sand were pearl, The water nectar, and the rocks pure gold.

Poetry and consumption are the most flattering of diseases.

Hope reflects the state of your soul rather than the circumstances surrounding your days. Praise God and your soul gets stronger.

Reckon your weakness as praise of God's power, endure suffering in joy, risk your life on the veracity of Christ, count your loneliness a means of grace.

It makes no sense to take the name of Christian and not cling to Christ. Jesus is not some magic charm to wear like a piece of jewelry we think will give us good luck. He is the Lord. His name is to be written on our hearts in such a powerful way that it creates within us a profound experience of His peace and a heart that is filled with His praise.

Flattery.... gets its kicks by flirting with insult and ridicule.

Flattery works like a drug.

Like pollen on a honeybee, flattery clings to the things you tell yourself.

The greatest blessing in human life is to be trained to worship our God.

My dear sister! I'm amazed to discover that you can compose so delightfully. In a word, your Lied is beautiful. You must compose more often.

Worship is not so much what we do but how we do it; not so much what we say or sing but how we are a living sacrifice.

But my present point is this: what looks to the flattened-out imagination of late Western modernity like "lifeless" matter is in fact a world throbbing with God-given life. That life is constantly praising its maker by being, particularly and peculiarly, what it is.

In whom the love of honor and praise is innate, are those who are elevated most above the brutes, and who are justly named men, and not merely human beings.

The sweetest of all sounds is praise.

for as they who use no bodily exercises are awkward and unwieldy in the actions of the body, so they who exercise not their minds are incapable of the noble actions of the mind, and have not courage enough to undertake anything worthy of praise, nor command enough over themselves to abstain from things that are forbid.

The most delightful of all music, that of your own praises.

A man's praises have very musical and charming accents in another's mouth; but very flat and untuneable in his own.

I received no praise for the rescue of this girl, only criticism for "moving the troops about and stirring up the people" and wasting the radio station's time and money. I was shaken by these complaints. A young girl had been in danger and yet going to her rescue was seen as "exhausting the people and draining the treasury". Just what was a woman's life worth in China?

No-one ever built a statue of a critic.