Quotes About Admiration

Before the Smorgasbord, Noah Price was just a star in my sky...constant, familiar, bright and far above me.

It was a strange glance; she had noticed it before; a glance of simple worship. And it made her realize that there is a stage of worship which makes the worshiper himself an object of reverence.

He said, looking down at her body, "Dagny, what a magnificent waste!" She had to turn and escape. She felt herself blushing, for the first time in years: blushing because she knew suddenly that the sentence named what she had felt all evening.

it was not the mockery of malice—it was the laughter of a salute.

I do not care to be admired causelessly, emotionally, intuitively, instinctively—or blindly. I do not care for blindness in any form, I have too much to show—or for deafness, I have too much to say. I do not care to be admired by anyone's heart—only by someone's head.

I do not care to be admired by anyone's heart—only by someone's head.

She realized that she had always felt a sense of light-hearted relaxation in his presence and known that he shared it. He was the only man she knew to whom she could speak without strain or effort. This, she thought, was a mind she respected, an adversary worth matching.

He shared her conversations, he laughed with her friends, he was suddenly the devoted, attentive, admiring husband.

la conciencia de haber ganado un lugar en un mundo al que respetaba, y obtenido el reconocimiento de personas a quienes admiraba.

Love is our response to our highest values. The noblest love is born out of admiration of another's values.

There was nothing else, nothing to dilute it, so that one could admire naked purpose and the ingenuity that had achieved it.

What was his aim in life? Greatness—in other people's eyes. Fame, admiration, envy—all that which comes from others. Others dictated his convictions, which he did not hold, but he was satisfied that others believed he held them. Others were his motive power and his prime concern. He didn't want to be great, but to be thought great. He didn

do you know the hallmark of the second-rater? It's resentment of another man's achievement. Those touchy mediocrities who sit trembling lest someone's work prove greater than their own—they have no inkling of the loneliness that comes when you reach the top. The loneliness for an equal—for a mind to respect and an achievement to admire. They

It was the ultimate form of our admiration for each other, with full knowledge of the values by which we made our choice.

you're a man whom any woman would be proud to show off as her husband.

And if I'll see you smile with admiration at a new copper smelter that I built, it will be another form of what I felt when I lay in bed beside you. Will I want to sleep with you? Desperately. Will I envy the man who does? Sure. But what does that matter? It's so much—just to have you here, to love you and to be alive.

she could not pay him the tribute of hostility. He knew that he disliked her violently. But he watched the shape of her mouth, the movements of her lips framing words; he watched the way she crossed her legs, a gesture smooth and exact, like an expensive instrument being folded; and he could not escape the feeling of incredulous admiration he had experienced when he had seen her for the first time.

We envy people like you, and we want to be you; we can't, so we destroy you.

You could love your crazy people, even admire them, instead of resenting that they're not self-sufficient.

I have seen women looking at jewelry ads with a misty eye and one hand resting on the heart, and I only know what they're feeling because that's how I read the seed catalogs in January.

Look, if I don't flirt with you, you should take that as a compliment. I don't always respect myself, but I almost never respect men. They're like flowers all showy, a lot of color and lust. You pick them and throw them on the ground. But you I respect. I always did. From the first day I saw you.

You talk about her as if she is the Notre Dame Cathedral! She is. And the Statue of Liberty and Abbey Road and the best burrito of your life. Didn't you know?

One look at her and I was gone. This is the truth, it was first sight. I fell down a well into some shiny dream, and if somebody had thrown me a

The upshot of all this talking was me getting pretty much in love with Emmy. She was beautiful and like a grown person.