Quotes About Admiration

My favourite actor is Mark Rylance.

Mark Conseulos is so amazing.

Mark Ruffalo is just an amazing guy and an amazing director.

I love Mark Buehrle. He's just a fun guy.

We shouldn't be too hard on vanity. It can be a mark of respect for the world.

My family loves Mark McGwire.

I really like Bruno Mars.

I like Bruno Mars a lot. I think he's great.

It seemed such a short time ago that Erin had come running toward him, laughing, her black hair like silk around an elfin face. And he'd melted inside just at the sight of her, gone breathless like a boy with his first real date. It still felt like that, despite her scars, her limp. In his heart, he carried a portrait of her that would withstand all the long, aging years, that would leave her young and unscarred for as long as he lived.

I like you, too! she blubbered at the top of her voice. I do, I do. You're a lovely Goon. You're my favourite Goon in all the world!

I'm getting a figure now, by the way. If I breathe in, I almost have a waist. How about you?" "Sort of," said Polly. As Granny remarked when Polly introduced her to Fiona, both their figures were a pinch of faith, a spoonful of charity, and the rest entirely hope. But she admired Fiona's red hair and told them both not to wish their lives away. (p. 259-260)

I recommend her to you, not as a husband but as an enthusiastic admirer of her work, acid and tender, hard as steel and delicate and fine as a butterfly's wing, lovable as a beautiful smile, and as profound and cruel as the bitterness of life.

Hitler greatly admired Mussolini and aspired to become like him. Mussolini, Hitler said, was "the leading statesman in the world, to whom none may even remotely compare himself."3 Hitler modeled his failed Munich Putsch in November 1923 on Mussolini's successful March on Rome.

During the 1920s, progressives developed a fascination with and admiration for Italian and German fascism, and the fascists, for their part, praised American progressives. These were likeminded people who spoke the same language, and progressives and fascists worked together to implement programs to sterilize so-called mental defectives and "unfit" people, resulting subsequently in tens of thousands of forced sterilizations in America and hundreds of thousands in Nazi Germany.

The novel is a fucking killer. I try to show it every respect.

I liked being with Wilder. The world was a series of fleeting gratifications. He took what he could, then immediately forgot it in the rush of a subsequent pleasure. It was this forgetfulness I envied and admired.

Colm sighed... -She's quite beautiful. Like a fairy and a goddess all wrapped into one. -How very... poetic of you. ... He felt a sharp tug in the vicinity of his heart. -And most accurate He added Colm & Graham

Beauty is terror" he said "Whatever we call beautiful we quiver before it

You're a Homeric scholar?' I might have said yes, but I had the feeling he'd be glad to catch me in a mistake and he would be able to do it easily. 'I like Homer' I said weakly. He regarded me chill distaste. 'I love Homer' He said.

There were plenty of girls at school prettier than Harriet, and nicer. But none of them were as smart, or as brave. How could he make her love him, make her notice when he wasn't there?

beauty is terror. whatever we call beautiful, we quiver before it

Go see him again why don't you, said Bunny, take him some flowers and tell him you love Plato and he'll be eating out of your hand.

And the strange thing was: I knew that most people didn't see her as I did — if anything, found her a bit odd-looking with her off-kilter walk and her spooky redhead pallor. For whatever dumb reason I had always flattered myself that I was the only person in the world who really appreciated her— that she would be shocked and touched and maybe even come to view herself in a whole new light if she knew just how beautiful I found her.

She was beautiful, too. That's almost secondary; but still, she was.