Quotes About Criticism

You would have thought that I had left 11 corpses on the steps of a funeral home.

Faced with the need to confront a player who had performed below our expectation, I might have said: That was rubbish, that.' But then I would follow it up with, 'For a player of your ability. That was for picking them back up from the initial blow. Criticise but balance it out with encouragement. 'Why are you doing that? You're better than that.

A lot of food criticism has a similar flavor to it, and I'm probably going to write about it in a different way.

Bullies use various power tactics, such as spreading malicious gossip, excessive criticism, withholding resources or information, excluding a targeted person from the group, and other devious behaviors intended to undermine the confidence and performance of others. Bullies often take aggressive action against individuals in an effort to control and have power over them.

Some praise at morning what they blame at night.

Let Sporus tremble—"What? that thing of silk,Sporus, that mere white curd of ass's milk?Satire or sense, alas! can Sporus feel?Who breaks a butterfly upon a wheel?"

Satire's my weapon, but I'm too discreetTo run amuck, and tilt at all I meet.

There still remains, to mortify a wit,The many-headed monster of the pit.

Some judge of authors' names, not works, and thenNor praise nor blame the writings, but the men.

Some judge of authors' names, not works, and then nor praise nor blame the writings, but the men.

Averse alike to flatter, or offend; Not free from faults, nor yet too vain to mend.

Our proper bliss depends on what we blame.

Be silent always when you doubt your sense; And speak, though sure, with seeming diffidence: Some positive, persisting fops we know, Who, if once wrong, will needs be always so; But you, with pleasure own your errors past, And make each day a critic on the last.

Some praise at morning what they blame at night, But always think the last opinion right. A Muse by these is like a mistress used, This hour she's idolized, the next abused; While their weak heads, like towns unfortified, 'Twixt sense and nonsense daily change their side. Ask them the cause; they're wiser still they say; And still to-morrow's wiser than to-day.

All fools have still an itching to deride

And while self-love each jealous writer rules, Contending wits become the sport of fools: But still the worst with most regret commend, For each ill author is as bad a friend. To what base ends, and by what abject ways, Are mortals urg'd through sacred lust of praise! Ah ne'er so dire a thirst of glory boast, Nor in the critic let the man be lost! Good nature and good sense must ever join; To err is human; to forgive, divine.

Fear not the anger of the wise to raise; Those best can bear reproof who merit praise.

Those half-learn'd witlings, num'rous in our isle As half-form'd insects on the banks of Nile

He, who supreme in judgment, as in wit, Might boldly censure, as he boldly writ.

Honour forbid! at whose unrivall'd shrine 105   Ease, pleasure, virtue, all our sex resign.   Methinks already I your tears survey,   Already hear the horrid things they say,   Already see you a degraded toast,   And all your honour in a whisper lost! 110   How shall I, then, your helpless fame

Ten censure wrong for one who writes amiss

Praise undeserved is satire in disguise/

the pagan Caecilius criticized the Christians because "hardly have they met when they love each other.... Indiscriminately they call each other brother and sister.

Because feeling like a fuck-up isn't about being a failure, it's about being made to feel like one.