Quotes About Compliments

I made a decision when I started writing 'All is Song' to take the compliments I had for 'The Wilderness' and try to be confident and not overwhelmed by it.

There's a weird cloud around you when you're recognizable. It was a brief window for me. I think you have to have a pathological need for attention of any type, negative or positive, to thrive in that kind of situation. And I only want compliments.

Everyone needs to know how to accept compliments and say thank you.

I like meeting people, cause they tell me I'm pretty, and I just have to say thank you a lot.

I am very bad at taking compliments. Even in school, when people told me that I look good, I could just manage an awkward thank you and a smile.

When someone is constantly praising you, beyond a point, you don't know what to say beyond a 'thank you.'

When I walk through an airport and people go, 'You're not fat!' I'm like, 'Thanks. That's great. Good to know I'm not fat today! Thank you!'

To say something nice about yourself, this is the hardest thing in the world for people to do. They'd rather take their clothes off.

The one thing about Billie is he will snap and rip your head off if you point anything out at all other than how beautiful he is and how nice he looks today.

Sheer flattery got me into the theater. Flattery always works with me, particularly the flattery of women.

Some Rules to Assist in My Transformation Make requests in the form of orders. Give compliments in the form of concessions. Ask questions in the form of statements. Exercises to enhance the muscles of the neck? Admire women's handiwork with copious amazement. Stride, swing arms, stop abruptly, stroke chin. Sharpen razor daily. Advance no explanations. Accept no explanations. Hum an occasional resolute march.

Even though men and women are different in our thinking, we all share the need and desire for compassion, compliments, and companionship.

Those who complimented me were those who understood me the least.

Grandma kept turning around in the front seat of their old Fiat saying, Look at you girls! On, Lena, you are a beauty! Lena seriously wished she would stop saying that, because it was irritating, and besides, how was cranky Effie supposed to feel?

You see, they hadn't said a single nice thing to me since I had gotten the makeover

I have just received my uncle's Letter. And, after his charge upon me of Vanity and Pride, will my parade, as above, stand me in any stead? — I must trust to it. Only one word to my dear and everhonoured uncle — Don't you, Sir, impute to me a belief of the truth of those extravagant compliments made by men professing Love to me; and I will not wish you to think me one bit the wiser, the handsomer, the better for them, than I was before.

That was the only explanation for how good his butt looked and why he was universally known as the Man With the Golden Ass among the women in the building.

Not married. Mostly because no one has ever asked me," Leah said lightly. Izzy pulled a disbelieving face. "Are the men in Melbourne blind?" she said. "You're hot. If all doctors looked like you, my boyfriend would be at the local clinic every second day, begging for a prostate exam or something equally perverted." "Well, thanks. I think," Leah said.

I stole several glances at the jury," Pafko says about the opening, "and they could not take their eyes from you." Stern tempers his pleasure in his client's compliments with the knowledge that Kiril has never abandoned the Argentinian way and frequently brings forth a river of fulsome bullshit.

Being told that he was immune to flattery was the nicest thing he had heard someone say about him in a long time.

To ask advice is in nine cases out of ten to tout for flattery.

The most deplorable part of people relationship is that most even can't distinctly differentiate between compliments and complaints.

What workaholics truly crave isn't work per se; it is success. They kill themselves working for money, power, and prestige because these are forms of approval, applause, and compliments—which, like all addictive things, from cocaine to social media, stimulate the neurotransmitter dopamine.[8]

When I was heavy, people would say to me - and it was such a backhanded compliment - they would say, 'You've got such a beautiful face,' in the way of, like, 'Oh, isn't it a shame that from the neck down you're questionable.'