Quotes About Compliments

Women do come up to me, and they tell me what they think! I've gotten great compliments on my eyes and my smile. But I don't see myself as sexy.

For the most part, I meet people who are like 'I really like your work. I'm watching your career. I want to see you do well. Keep doing what you do.' I get that so much, and it's so reassuring. I often wish that so many people, who just work normal jobs, could get a pat on the back as much as I do, because it's very complimentary.

Ever since poets have written and women have read them (for which the poets should be most deeply grateful) women have been called angels so many times that, in very truth, in their simplicity of soul, they have believed the compliment, forgetting that, for money, the same poets have glorified Nero as a demigod . . .

How defenseless we are in the face of flattery!

How defenceless we are in the face of flattery!

Qué indefenso está el hombre ante los elogios!

To pay compliments to the one we love is the first method of caressing, a demi-audacity venturing. A compliment is something like a kiss through a veil.

Mankind naturally and generally love to be flatter'd.

Get not your friends by bare compliments, but by giving them sensible tokens of your love.

It's Brian, please. I get a new gray hair every time a pretty girl calls me mister.

my mother fished for compliments this way, saying something negative so that someone would raise her up by contradicting her with just the opposite.

When I'm in really good shape, I like my butt. It's juicy - that's what my fiance says.

I get a kick out of people saying I was funny.

If I get dressed up, and my boyfriend says, 'You look gorgeous,' I kinda feel funny. I don't know if I'm particularly comfortable with being attractive.

I don't think I'm that knowledgeable. I don't think I am that good looking even. I feel embarrassed when people say these things to me.

You're not pretty. Goddamn it, Dani. You're beautiful.

To tell a woman who is forty, "You look like sixteen," is boloney. The blarney way of saying it is "Tell me how old you are, I should like to know at what age women are the most beautiful.

Kid 1: *examining my gorgeous strawberry and blueberry pies*: Wow, Mom, your pies don't look awful this time. Me (Ilona): ... ~A little later~ Kid 2: *wandering into the kitchen* Kid 1: Hey, you've got to see these pies. *opening the stove* Kid 2: Wow. They are not ugly this time. Kid 1: I know, right?

Every woman should be told she's attractive. Men are seduced by their eyes, women by their ears. Saiman

You say the sweetest things. And that spaghetti perfume you're wearing is to die for. No hobo could resist. She snarled. Heh.

When I was a young woman, my looks attracted a lot of compliments. My mother, however, could not share attention with any other human being.

I once told a date, 'I love what you're wearing!' She replied, 'Aw, thanks. I've gotten so many compliments on it. Yours means the most though!' She didn't need to tell me guys were hitting on her - my imagination went there anyway.

The three ages of man: youth, middle age and 'my word you do look well'.

Fans of football and fans of nationhood have a similar zeal. Read the fanzines: their contributors could find a needle-sized diss in a haystack of compliments, and their passions are fundamentalist.