Admire Quotes

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Karl Lagerfeld
“The woman is the most perfect doll that i have dressed with delight and admiration.”
Karl Lagerfeld

Eleanor Roosevelt
“The only things one can admire at length are those one admires without knowing why.”
Eleanor Roosevelt

Søren Kierkegaard
“The difference between an admirer and a follower still remains, no matter where you are. The admirer never makes any true sacrifices. He always plays it safe. Though in words, phrases, songs, he is inexhaustible about how highly he prizes Christ, he renounces nothing, gives up nothing, will not reconstruct his life, will not be what he admires, and will not let his life express what it is he supposedly admires.”
Søren Kierkegaard, Provocations: Spiritual Writings of Kierkegaard

Thomas Fuller
“Admiration is the daughter of ignorance.”
Thomas Fuller

André Aciman
“How I admired people who talked about their vices as though they were distant relatives they'd learn to put up with because they couldn't quite disown them.”
André Aciman, Call Me by Your Name

Marie-Jeanne Roland de la Platière
“Plus je vois le homes, plus j’admire les chiens” (The more I see of men, the more I admire dogs).”
Marie-Jeanne Roland de la Platière

“Just please understand that everyone is going through a rough time as well. Even if they are hiding behind money or a simple smile. We are all continuously stumbling as we go about our lives. If we had perfect lives we'd all be perfect people. Only thing we can learn to do is endure or we will not be happy and happiness is the closest thing to perfect.”
Hyrum Yeakley

“After you hear and listen. First must come desire. Second must come willingness.
Third should come understanding.
Fourth should come progression and with progression will come more understanding.”
Hyrum Yeakley

Kiera Cass
“I don’t want to make a big deal about this or anything, but I think it’s kind of cool how you do everything you do.”
I squinted at him.
“I mean, you use sign language, and it’s hard to communicate. But you’re into art and you can seriously cook and, for goodness’ sakes, you can even jitterbug. By the way, I told my mom, and she wants a video. Totally doesn’t believe me. But, yeah, I think it’s nice that you don’t let a little hitch in life slow you down. I admire that.”
I smiled. For a minute, I admired myself, too. He didn’t know how deep my problems ran, but he was right all the same. It was no small thing to try, to find out what you cared about in life. Even this moment, with this wonderful, temporary boy beside me, was a tiny miracle. I ought to give myself some credit.”
Kiera Cass, The Siren

Alex Z. Moores
“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.”
Alex Z. Moores, Living in Water

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

“Jonah peels off his wet shirt and spreads it out on the ground in the sun. For a second, all Hallelujah can see is his bare skin. She blushes and looks away, not turning back until she hears the zip of his jacket closing. Now he’s looking at her. She doesn’t know if he caught her staring.”
Kathryn Holmes

Carrie Jones
“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.”
Carrie Jones, Captivate

Girdhar Joshi
“If a man admires a woman he had something in his mind that he would like to carry further. If a woman admires a man, she had definitely made up her mind.”
Girdhar Joshi, Some Mistakes Have No Pardon

Deyth Banger
“... I admire.... your foolish determination....”
Deyth Banger, Chapter-Z

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

Carrie Jones
“Nick saunters into the gym and my heart basically stops. He’s ridiculously cute in his PE shorts and dark green T-shirt; and people that good-looking seem vulnerable, almost like they can’t be real.
He’s real, though. He’s all dark skin and dark hair and dark eyes. Okay. His eyebrows, like Devyn’s nose, are a little big and if you stare at him long enough you realize that his lips are a bit lopsided. I have kissed his lips. I have felt his breath in my ear and I know without a doubt that he’s real, even if he is a werewolf. The massive muscles in his legs redefine themselves as he walks toward me. He waves a late pass at the coach and yells, “Sorry I’m late. I’ve got a pass.”
“Not a problem, buddy,” Coach yells back. He and Nick are all jock bonding.
Nick pockets the note, which is probably a fake. I can smell his deodorant even though he’s still far away. There are these things called pheromones, odors that guys give off to attract women. I swear his pheromones have my freaking name written on them. They hone in and attack.
“You are getting all swoony faced,” Issie tells me with her singsong voice. She pokes me in the ribs with her elbow, gently. She turns to Devyn, who is smiling like a crazy man, just hanging back in his wheelchair watching the scene. “Dev. Look at Zara. She’s got her lovey-dovey look on.”
As Is gazes at Devyn with her own lovey-dovey look, he says, “Yeah. Teen love. So obvious. So hormonal.”
“I am not hormonal.” I fake glare at him.”
Carrie Jones, Captivate

“After you hear and listen. First must come desire. Second must come willingness.
Third should come understanding.
Fourth should come progression and with progression will come more understanding..”
Hyrum Yeakley

Steve Maraboli
“Think about the people you love, appreciate, and admire… If today was the last day you could speak with them… What would you say… and what are you waiting for?”
Steve Maraboli

“Jonah’s hair sprays water each time he flips around, in search of another fish. Droplets shimmer on his skin. He’s really cute. And Hallelujah can’t help but think about last night. About him liking her. He flashes her a smile, and something inside her swoons.”
Kathryn Holmes

Carrie Jones
“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.”
Carrie Jones, Need

“Rylan!"
Nadia and I turn our heads simultaneously towards the entrance to the living room as Tim Powers appears.
"Yeah?" I yell across the room.
That's when I notice the expression on Power' face. A mixture of awe, amazement, appreciation, and a bit of jealousy.
"Your girlfriend's here," Tim informs me.
He steps aside, and a goddess enters the room.
It's been forever since I first had those dreams Ivy sent me with her in her disguise. But I still remember how she looks. Pale skin, long hair, bright-green eyes, and a model's figure. A perfect dream girl, who's now reality.
Ivy smiles shyly as she steps into the room. Her skin is porcelain, unflawed and shiny. White-blind hair, straight and flowing, falls down her back and ends a little bit past her waist. She's not wearing her woven grass robe, but instead a dress mist likely altered from a piece of clothing from her clothes sack. It probably reached the floor at one point, with long sleeves, but the sleeves are gone and the skirt's been snipped away, leaving behind a green dress that shows off mile-long legs.
But her face...all that pales in comparison to her face. Heart-shaped, with high cheekbones, an elegant nose, a well-shaped chin, and her lips—she's not covering them anymore—two shimmering, bright green pools I would be happy to drown in or go through. People believe the eyes are the window to your soul, and Ivy's soul is beautiful.”
Colleen Boyd, Swamp Angel

“We all have a crush on someone.”
Anthony T. Hincks

“Good food should, at first, be admired.
Then, you should take in the aroma.
Next, you should take a tentative mouthful so that it can overwhelm your taste buds.
And lastly, you have to remember that you are eating here on Earth, and not in heaven where all the good food comes from.

Bon Appetit”
Anthony T. Hincks

Mokokoma Mokhonoana
“We hate admiring someone we hate.”
Mokokoma Mokhonoana

Ehsan Sehgal
“Learn to admire others. It is the first step, to overcome your ego.”
Ehsan Sehgal
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