Quotes About Admiration

Whatever he was before, he's but a candle-flicker now. A beautiful one, polished and glossy, all the more perfect for the terrible, disfiguring scar that puckers and knots the right side of his face when he smiles. It doesn't seem to bother the young man's admirers; if anything, the wolf thinks some of them find it erotic. The boy shies away like a startled horse, an animal he will never see when women and men wonderingly brush the raw-lipped pink line.

I try not to glow too much at the praise of Gabe. I'm somewhat attached to him.

Such a pretty lad," she said. "I remember your brother very well. Good sport in that one.

The last thing this fumbling child needed was to think somebody he was looking to as a role model found him amusing.

His faded jeans hugged his taut hindquarters and strong thighs with much affection, and his denim work shirt strained against the muscles of his broad back.

I've never written the things I'd like to write that I've admired all my life. Maybe one never does.

Ten, I thought, he's definitely a ten

You have to have enough respect for other human beings to leave their lives alone. If you admire that life, build it for yourself. Don't just try to come in and take somebody else's life.

I'll never look at you in any way but complete admiration." He stroked her hair soothingly. "You will never be a millstone about my neck. Rather you're the sunshine that brightens my day." He swallowed. "Don't you see? You brought me into the daylight. You've embraced parts of me that I was never able to let see light. Don't make me retreat again into the night. (Winter Makepeace)

Well, I'd love to work with Kate Winslet - she's amazing.

All right, you caught me. I'm secretly obsessed with you and spend all my free time writing about you in my journal. 'Dear Diary, today Will was an ass for the 467th day in a row. He's so dreamy

Imagine a guy. He's a little taller than you, with perfect skin, skin that just screams "touch me!" and dark hair and gorgeous blue eyes and he looks so sweet and he is sweet. And then have him blush a little.

He is nothing to look at, and yet I can't stop looking at him. There is something beautiful in how his face is made, how all the tiny flaws blend together into something more perfect than perfection could ever be.

Because when I first saw you I thought?no, I knew?you were special. Because I still think that every time I look at you. Because I think you're smart and funny and brave. But most of all," he grins at me? "because I like questions.

I have never seen anything as beautiful as those girls. These women. My daughters!

am not going to say anything more about this. But I loved him, my father. I did.

From the corner of his eye, he watched his sister; he thought she was a good driver. He liked her bulkiness, the way she filled her seat and drove with such authority. He wished he could tell her this; he wished he could say something more than that she was great. He finally said, 'Vicky, we didn't turn out so bad, you know.

will always—oh, always!—I will always love that woman.

Excuse me, I'm so sorry to bother you, but my name is Lucy and I love you." I could not believe that I had said that! And I said, "Oh I mean I love your music." And the poor man stood there, he was almost my height—which is not tall—and he said, "Well, thank you," and he started to move away. And I said, "No, I'm so sorry, that sounded crazy. I just meant I've loved your music for a few years now.

We all admire the wisdom of people who come to us for advice.

Indian, Chinese, and other Third World intellectuals would encounter a century or two later: how to deal with a dominant culture that one admired but that threatened to overwhelm one's own heritage, and oneself with it.

Treat a work of art like a prince: let it speak to you first.

This is the prime way of honoring God. We do not so glorify God by elevated admirations, or eloquent expressions, or pompous services for Him as when we aspire to a conversing with Him with unstained spirits, and live to Him in living like Him (S. Charnock).

Oderint dum metuant. Que me odien, pero que me teman.