Quotes about Admiration
I've always looked on criticism as a sort of envious tribute.
— F Scott Fitzgerald
These people could appreciate me and take me for granted, and these men would fall in love with me and admire me, whereas the clever men I meet would just analyze me and tell me I'm this because of this or that because of that. —Anthony for the moment wanted fiercely to paint her, to set her down now, as she was, as, as with each relentless second she could never be again. What
— F Scott Fitzgerald
You're the only girl I've seen for a long time that actually did look like something blooming.
— F Scott Fitzgerald
Then the door opened and she came into the room - and it was as though everything in it suddenly blurred before his eyes. He had not remembered how beautiful she was, and he felt his face grow pale and his voice diminish to a poor sigh in his throat.
— F Scott Fitzgerald
We eat up artists like there's going to be a famine at the end.
— Nikki Giovanni
The pilgrim is humble and devout, and human, and charitable, and ready to smile and admire; therefore, he should comprehend the whole of his way, the people in it, and the hills and the clouds, and the habits of the various cities.
— Hilaire Belloc
There have been many people whom I have admired, emulated and even modeled parts of my life after. I study how they do things, and then I go through a period of 'trying on' those same thinking patterns and behaviors. After awhile, what is not essentially me falls away while the useful parts remain.
— Jack Canfield
There is no author whose books I look forward to more than Vaclav Smil.
— Bill Gates
The wicked envy and hate; it is their way of admiring.
— Victor Hugo
Tell your wife often how terrific she looks.
— H Jackson Brown, Jr.
My mother really was the strength in our family. She would sort of keep us in line and I admired her very much .
— Edmund Hillary
What is the use of acquiring one's heart's desire if one cannot handle and gloat over it, show it to one's friends, and gather an anthology of envy and admiration?
— Dorothy Sayers