Quotes About Admiration

Awfully?" she said, taking his arm to descend the stairs. "I am full of awe," he explained.

Edward admired the beauty of cats, but had learned to think of them as lithe and lethal dander-delivery systems.

He respected her before he loved her, and he loved her before he finished his lunch that first day.

She wondered if Howard, if Ken, would ever know love as she knew it. How would it come to them? It comes, she thought, not as affection or admiration, or any sentiment, but as if one suffered a blow, an impact; as if two elements rushed together and became one. It is all one can do to hold up under it. One is changed, and struggles along as a blinded, bewildered, changed being.

Admiring is easy, but affinity, that does take some time.

I am a performing artist; I perfomr admiration. 'Come with me', I want my poems to say. 'And do the same

I am a performing artist; I perform admiration. 'Come with me', I want my poems to say. 'And do the same

Next they passed a beautiful statue of a winged lady. "Who's that?" said Jack. "She's Nike, the goddess of victory," said Plato.

His wild and enthusiastic imagination was chastened by the sensibility of his heart. His soul overflowed with ardent affections, and his friendship was of that devoted and wondrous nature that the worldly-minded teach us to look for only in the imagination. But even human sympathies were not sufficient to satisfy his eager mind. The scenery of external nature, which others regard only with admiration, he loved with ardour[...]

Nothing is so precious to a woman's heart as the glory and excellence of him she loves

I persuaded myself that when they should become acquainted with my admiration of their virtues, they would compassionate me, and overlook my personal deformity. Could they turn from their door one, however monstrous, who solicited their compassion and friendship?

Aku memuja langit yang kosong, sebab langit lebih baik terhadapku daripada manusia sesamamu.

Satan had his companions, fellow devils, to admire and encourage him, but I am solitary and abhorred.

he was to her a meteor, a companionless star, which at its appointed hour rose in her hemisphere, whose appearance brought felicity, and which although it set, was never eclipsed.

My affection for my guest increases every day. He excites at once my admiration and pity to an astonishing degree. How can I see so noble a creature destroyed by misery without feeling the most poignant grief? He is so gentle, yet so wise; his mind is so cultivated; when he speaks, although his words are culled with the choicest art, yet they flow with rapidity and unparalleled eloquence.

El afecto que este huésped suscita en mí aumenta diariamente. Excita simultáneamente mi admiración y mi compasión en medida asombrosa, ¡Cómo puedo ver una criatura tan noble destruida por el sufrimiento, sin experimentar el dolor más acerbo! Es tan bondadoso, y al mismo tiempo tan sensato; su mente está tan cultivada; y cuando habla, aunque sus palabras están elegidas con el arte más refinado, fluyen con rapidez y elocuencia sin igual.

persuaded myself that when they should become acquainted with my admiration of their virtues, they would compassionate me, and overlook my personal deformity. Could they turn from their door one, however monstrous, who solicited their compassion and friendship?

You admire something about another person (intelligence, emotional intelligence, physical appearance, fame, etc.).

Compliments (only if you are genuine about it)

If you attend a meeting of evolutionary biologists somewhere in America, you might be lucky and spot a tall, gray-whiskered, smiling man bearing a striking resemblance to Abraham Lincoln, standing rather diffidently at the back of the crowd. He will probably be surrounded by a knot of admirers, hanging on his every word—for he is a man of few words. A whisper will go around the room: "George is here." You will sense from people's reactions the presence of greatness.

A man was leaning idly against an elm. ... The man, who towered over the poet even at his slanting angle, too old for a student and too worn for a faculty member, stared at him with the familiar, insatiable gleam of the literary admirer.

Everything he said seemed complimentary, somehow, although he wasn't gallant in the artificial sense. But plainly he liked her, and she liked him.

Most martyr stories – sacred and profane – contain an element of superiority. This self-denying hero or heroine is rewarded, at the very least, by capturing the admiring focus of the narrative, while everyone else recedes into the background.

I like you because you were mad. And you're pretty. And pretty sane for a mad person.