#admiration

I used to love watching him as a player, so it is a joy to play alongside him. I might take the mickey out of him, but deep down I have so much admiration for him. ↗

— Robbie Keane

#alongside #deep #deep down #down #him

I yield to no one in my admiration for the office as a social center, but it's no place actually to get any work done. ↗

— Katharine Whitehorn

#admiration #any #center #done #get

All children should be taught to unconditionally accept, approve, admire, appreciate, forgive, trust, and ultimately, love their own person. ↗

— Asa Don Brown

#admiration #american #canadian #counseling #encouraging-and-empowering-girls

The last achievement of the serious admirer is to stop immediately putting to work the energies aroused by, filling up the space opened by, what is admired. Thereby talented admirers give themselves permission to breathe, to breathe more deeply. But for that it is necessary to go beyond avidity; to identify with something beyond achievement, beyond the gathering of power. ↗

— Susan Sontag

#freedom #influence #living-in-art #art

I have tremendous admiration for everyone who enters the political arena so long as their goal is to do what they believe is right for the people of New York. ↗

— George Pataki

#arena #believe #enters #everyone #for the people

Admiration and familiarity are strangers. ↗

— George Sand

#familiarity #strangers

We reserve our deepest respect and admiration for those who volunteer for service and give their lives to help keep our nation secure. ↗

— Mitt Romney

#deepest #give #help #keep #lives

(…) jest naiwnością mniemanie, jakoby zachwyt nasz wobec dzieła sztuki z nas samych pochodził: że zachwyt ten w sporej mierze nie rodzi się z ludzi, ale między ludźmi, i jest to tak jakbyśmy wzajemnie zmuszali się do zachwytu (choć nikt „osobiście” nie jest zachwycony). / It is naive to believe that the admiration for a masterpiece is spontaneous. The admiration, to a great extent, is not born within people but between people, as if we forced each other to admire (while no one is “personally” enraptured). (Dziennik, 1956, XX, Wtorek I) ↗

— Witold Gombrowicz

#art #art

Ariya was tall and fine-boned, with large doe-eyes framed by long lashes. She moved about the one-story house with a self-possessed grace in her purple dress. We thought she would make a good model. She could sell anything but perfume, because she always had a smell: parsley, cilantro, chicken, goat, sour sop, shop cheese. ↗

— Jenelle Jack Pierre

#beautiful-people #beauty

He squinted at her. He recalled the tears in her eyes that had not fallen into her teacup. No, it wasn’t a revelation. Not even to him. Yet, this was the same woman who had stolen a camel right out from under the Anti-Zionist army’s nose. She’d taken his hand, thrown herself down a sand dune on a dare, and then beaten him back up it. She’d glared at him and refused to part from his side. A coward? “Never,” he said again. ↗

— V.S. Carnes

#courage #love #courage