Best 280 quotes in «admire quotes» category

There is nothing that exists so great or marvelous that over time mankind does not admire it less and less.

There is somebody in our lives that we could call the Energizer Bunny and we admire for those qualities.

There is so much to love and to admire in this life that it is an act of ingratitude not to be happy and content in this existence.

The strips I admire go farther than a gag a day, and take us into a special world.

There's nothing makes you admire people like seeing yourself in them.

The work of Liszt I most admire is the music he wrote toward the end of his life. This is often music of tremendous inventiveness. The music seems to be seeking something. It tends to be restless, unpredictable, often very sad.

The world laughs at things it would really prefer to admire, and like Aesop's fox it criticizes things it covets.

To admire nothing, (as most are wont to do;) Is the only method that I know, To make men happy, and to keep them so.

Those who admire modern civilization usually identify it with the steam engine and the electric telegraph.

Thus in this sad, but oh, too pleasing state! my soul can fix upon nothing but thee; thee it contemplates, admires, adores, nay depends on, trusts on you alone.

We find not much in ourselves to admire, we are always privately wanting to be like somebody else. If everybody was satisfied with himself, there would be no heroes

Transform jealousy to admiration, and what you admire will become part of your life.

We admire the castles, because we admire the security!

What is the easiest, the most comfortable thing for a writer to do? To congratulate the society in which he lives: to admire its biceps, applaud its progress, tease it endearingly about its follies.

We must make humility the chief thing we admire in Him.

We're seldom drawn to a character we admire; only to a personality we like.

What a woman most admires in a man is distinction among men. What a man most admires in a woman is devotion to himself.

What each man honours before all else, what before all things he admires and loves, this for him is God.

What I actually admire in Perl is its ability to provide a very successful abstraction of the horrible mess that is collectively called Unix.

What do you call a bad man? The sort of man who admires innocence.

When I admire a writer, it's for the recognizable palette - Hemingway's minimalism, the dialogue, those isolated bar scenes. But with each story or novel, he shows me something different within the framework he's built - like noticing that there's a chair in the corner I didn't see in another story.

What we admire we praise; and when we praise, Advance it into notice, that its worth Acknowledged, others may admire it too.

Whenever I watch someone doing something, even if it doesn't turn out so great, I at least admire their intentions and stuff.

When people respect someone as a person, they admire her. When they respect her as a friend, they love her. When they respect her as a leader, they follow her.

When summer is over, winter becomes sad too, because opposites often admire each other secretly!

When works of art are presented like rare butterflies on the walls, they're decontextualized. We admire their beauty, and I have nothing against that, per se. But there is more to art than that.

When you get praise from someone that you really admire it's really surreal.

When you recognize God as Creator, you will admire Him. When you recognize His wisdom, you will learn from Him. When you discover His strength, you will rely on Him. But only when He saves you will you worship Him.

Who does not more admire Cicero as an author than as a consul of Rome?

You always admire what you really don't understand. - Eleanor Roosevelt

Yes, there are directors I admire, the mavericks. Altman. There are many good directors.

An adventure is nothing but a story. After the adventure ends, it’s nothing but a memory; a shadow of a life you lived. People will envy you for the time it takes you to tell the story. But after that, what then? I think people admire you more for becoming a teacher. I really do.

You are not your poetry. Your self-esteem shouldn't depend on whether you publish, or whether some editor or writer you admire thinks you're any good.

You can be totally involved, you could admire just the shape of or you could be totally emotionally mushed up into the dance.

You will never go wrong in concluding that a man has once loved deeply whatever he hates, and loves it yet; that he once admired and still admires what he scorns, that he once greedily desired what now disgusts him.

A celebrity farts, and everyone endures, but the unpopular will be thrased to death.

You learn as much from failure as from success, Dad always says. Though no one admires you for it.

Art is the greatest opportunity to admire the human mind!

A spark of every fire we seek is already within us.

Creativity is admired only if it solves the problem.

Audiences will admire your character’s strength but connect with them through their weakness.

Don't expect everyone to admire this world is made up of hate and fire.

For the first time in his life, a teacher was pointing out things that Ender had not already seen for himself. For the first time, Ender had found a living mind he could admire.

During these hard times in the world we should always remember to keep our families and friends close.

For the first time, Ender had found a living mind he could admire.

Hands grab me, steady me. I jerk back, but they are surprisingly gentle. He doesn’t smile as I turn to see his face. He just stands there, letting me inspect him. He’s tall with a wide forehead and dark blond hair that’s cut short. His green eyes are deeply set beneath that forehead. His lips are wide and rugged like the rest of him. His hands have huge knuckles like he’s a boxer or arthritic or hits walls. He looks like he did when he pulled me out of the car, but stronger, taller somehow. He must be completely healed. He looks my age and he looks good, like the guy in high school that everyone, even the teachers, fall in love with.

... I admire.... your foolish determination....

His eyes are so beautiful and dark and they do look like that dog’s—I mean, that wolf’s. They are kind and strong and a little bit something else and I like them. I like them a lot. No, I like them way too much. Something inside me gets a little warmer, edges closer to him. The fire crackles and I jump again, jittery, nervous, but I don’t jump away from Nick. I jump toward him. Nick in the firelight with just a blanket on is a little hard to resist, no matter how crazy he might be. His skin, deep with heat, seems to glisten. His muscles are defined and good but not all steroid bulky. He is so perfect. And beautiful. In a boy way. Not a monster way. Not a wolf way. “Are you going to kiss me?” My words tremble into the air. He smiles but doesn’t answer. “I’ve never kissed a werewolf before. Are were kisses like pixie kisses? Do they do something to you? Is that why you never kissed anybody?” He gives a little smile. “No. It’s just I never kissed anyone because I never thought I could be honest about who I am, you know? And I didn’t want anyone to get attached to me because . . .” “Because you’re a werewolf.” “Because I’m a werewolf,” he repeats softly. Watching his lips move makes me shiver; not in a scared way, in more of an oh-he-is-too-beautiful way. I put my hand against his skin. It is warm. It’s always been warm. He smells so good, like woods and safety. I swallow my fear and move forward, and my lips meet his, angel-light, a tiny promise. His lips move beneath mine. His hands move to my shoulders and my mouth feels like it will burst with happiness. My whole body shakes with it. “Wow,” I say. “Yeah,” he says. “Wow.” Our mouths meet again. It’s like my lips belong there . . . right there. One tiny part of me has finally found a place to fit.

I admire successful men and women who endured and overcome unusual circumstances to fulfill their dreams.

He found something that he wanted, had always wanted and always would want -- not to be admired, as he had feared; not to be loved, as he had made himself believe; but to be necessary to people, to be indispensable...'very few things matter and nothing matters very much