Quotes About Admiration

Pandora made the mistake of looking up. No woman would have been unaffected by the sight of that archangel's face above hers. So far, the privileged young men she had met during the Season seemed to be striving for a certain ideal, a kind of cool aristocratic confidence. But none of them came remotely close to this dazzling stranger, who had undoubtedly been indulged and admired his entire life.

You are my idea of perfection, Beatrix Heloise.

Tom stopped in his tracks as he saw Cassandra approaching from the opposite end of the hallway. She was unspeakably pretty in a pink velvet dress with pulled-back skirts that followed the shape of her waist and hips. The front hem kicked up in a froth of of white silk ruffles with every footstep. His mouth went dry with excitement. His heart writhed and struggled like some live thing he'd just trapped inside a dresser drawer.

I was so proud of you today," she said, smiling down at him. "And perhaps a tiny bit smug that with all the women swooning and sighing over you, I'm the one you went home with." Arching a brow, Christopher asked, "Only a tiny bit smug?" "Oh, very well. Enormously smug.

He could no longer deny that for the rest of his life, he would measure every other woman against her, and find them all lacking. Her smile, her sharp tongue, her temper, her infectious laugh, her body and spirit, everything about her struck a pleasurable chord in him.

I want you any way I can get you. Not because you're beautiful or clever or kind or adorable, although devil knows you're all those things. I want you because there's no one else like you, and I don't ever want to start a day without seeing you.

John Huntington eyed Suzanne Barron across her very stylish desk in her very stylish office. She was stylish herself—classy

He'd fallen for her from the first moment he'd set eyes on her, blown away by her beauty. Well, that had been lust. But now that he knew her, had seen firsthand what a fine woman she was, had felt her warmth, it seemed impossible to him that he could ever desire another woman. This was it. Nicole was it.

She would never tell him and was ashamed to admit it, even to herself, but she'd fallen in love with him the instant she'd seen him. She'd been taken at gunpoint to the alleyway outside a gallery showing her paintings and had seen a powerful man, not tall but immensely broad. He was facing three armed thugs and he hadn't looked frightened at all. He'd looked dangerous. And she'd fallen.

You had to admire a guy who wanted to keep you from death.

I can get my head turned by a good-looking guy as much as the next girl. But sexy doesn't impress me. Smart impresses me, strength of character impresses me. But most of all, I am impressed by kindness. Kindness, I think, comes from learning hard lessons well, from falling and picking yourself up. It comes from surviving failure and loss. It implies an understanding of the human condition, forgives its many flaws and quirks. When I see that in someone, it fills me with admiration.

Being continually in people?s sight, by the satiety which it creates, diminishes the reverence felt for great characters.

And then I got really sad. I'm simply too young to hate my body. I'm going to be old in like two minutes, and my body really will be difficult to love. But now, well, it's fine. Why shouldn't I admire it ? It's mine and it keeps me healthy and I should accept it, just the way it is. There are people who are sick or disabled and who would kill to have a strong, healthy body, and the last thing they're worrying about is their fucking cellulite.

I never thought much about flowers until I made the close acquaintance of a man who knew all about them. You would have thought that the butterflies and flowers were friends of his. 'See how richly they are clad,' he said. 'Even King Solomon did not have such raiment.

Oh! to be loved by a man I respect, To bask in the glow of his perfectly understandable neglect.

You are a perfect woman, a magical blend of beauty, intelligence, and spirit. Without you, my life is nothing.

For there was never any yet that wholly could escape love, and never shall there be any, never so long as beauty shall be, never so long as eyes can see.

Be what it may, I will always esteem and adore the divine genius of this Gentleman, taking from him what I understand with humility and admiring with veneration what I am unable to understand.

Es tan bella que el mismo sol la envidia.

Never let me lose the marvel of your statue eyes or the accent that by night the solitary rose of your breath places on my cheek.

A pretty woman is a welcome guest.

I love not man the less, but nature more

Wit is so shining a quality that everybody admires it most people aim at it, all people fear it, and few love it unless in themselves. A man must have a good share of wit himself to endure a great share of it in another.

A man ought to look up to a woman, literally or figuratively, because that is the proper mode of worship, and worship is the very least he can do.