compliment

There is nothing more gracious than genuinely embracing other people's good fortune. It will work for you when your time comes.

Bend over backward, do a favor, and give and build confidence in people. It's a time to compliment, support and acknowledge the good things people do.

If someone criticizes you, give them a compliment.

You are a beautiful flower of love in the endless wilderness of time.

Watch out for what people commend you for and do it diligently. Don__ stop if compliments no longer come.

Is is difficult to be angry with a gentleman who pays you compliments, even impertinent compliments. Especially impertinent compliments.

To hear how great your friends think you are: fake your death, or, get married.

Stop tagging everyone into your life's profile. For all you don't know, some will neither comment nor commend you; some may not like or hike with you! Evil companies corrupt good morals... Watch who goes with you and why! ...live life soooo well!!

I don__ trust compliments. I__e been getting them for years. Sometimes I deserve them, sometimes I didn__. But generally when people give you compliments there__ one of two things wrong with them. Either they__e false, or what__ worse is they__e sincere. They really mean the compliment. And then they__e offering you their loyalty. And I__ kind of a stingy_ Well, I don__ necessarily want to give all that loyalty back. So either way, let__ skip the compliments.

You can receive all the compliments in the world, but that won't do a thing unless you believe it yourself.

Never has it been inappropriate for a girl to wear a red dress.

The greatest compliment in the world is your adult children telling you they had a wonderful childhood.

I was very pleased with your kind letter. Until now I never dreamed of being something like a hero. But since you've given me the nomination I feel that I am one.

Nothing complements a fast mind better than a slow tongue. And nothing aggravates a slow mind better than a fast tongue.

We ought to compliment and not to compete with one another.

He tried to measure his day by tallying the hours on his wrist.I wiped it off and called him a prisoner.He placed the hours on a scalewith hours from former days to compare.I took a hammer and broke it all.He bent down and picked up the shards of minutes firstthen swept the seconds.I told him he__ missed a spot;there were some sparkling specks left.'What are they?' he asked.'Those are moments,' I said.'What are they made of?' he asked.They are times, I thought, when you win a raceor win a heart.They are times when you give birth or lay something, someone to rest.When you wake up in the morning with a smile because anything is possible.When someone compliments the thing you hate most about yourself.Times when you are embarrassed.Times when you are hurtful.Times when you relish in a hearty meal.Times when you service others and are content with a well-spent day.'What are they made of?' he asked again.'They are made up of times when we are fully present.'I picked up one of the specks with the tipof my finger.'Do you remember this?' I asked.'Of course,' he said, 'I was whistling in the kitchen that morning.''Why?' I asked.'Because of the knowledge that I was loved.

When someone criticizes you, give them two gifts- your smile and a compliment.

It is never ridicule, but a compliment, that knocks a philosopher off his feet. He is already positioned for every possible counter-attack, counter-argument, and retort...only to find a big bear hug coming his way.