famous motivational quotes
To find out a girl's faults, praise her to her girlfriends.
Praises for our past triumphs are as feathers to a dead bird.
Men are too unstable to be just; they are crabbed because they have not passed water at the usual time, or testy because they have not been stroked or praised.
Nowhere is there an account or portrait of Christ laughing...he is always stern, serious and as gloomy as a prison guard. Never does one see him laughing until tears appear in his eyes like the roly-poly squint-eyed Buddha guffawing with arms upraised.
So far as I can remember, there is not one word in the Gospels in praise of intelligence.
When someone sings his own praises, he always gets the tune too high.
Praise the sea; on shore remain.
Near this spot are deposited the remains of one who possessed Beauty without Vanity, Strength without Insolence, Courage without Ferocity, and all the Virtues of Man, without his Vices. This Praise, which would be unmeaning Flattery if inscribed over human ashes, is but a just tribute to the Memory of Boatswain, a Dog.
To speak ill of others is a dishonest way of praising ourselves.
Modesty is the surest bait when fishing for praise.
We are all motivated by a keen desire for praise, and the better a man is, the more he is inspired to glory.
There were honest people long before there were Christians and there are, God be praised, still honest people where there are no Christians. It could therefore easily be possible that people are Christians because true Christianity corresponds to what they would have been even if Christianity did not exist.
When we praise another, you enrich yourself more than you to other.
Men prefer brief praise, pitched high; women are satisfied with praise in a lower key, just so it goes on and on.
In Rome you long for the country; in the country - oh inconstant! - you praise the distant city to the stars.
The trouble with most of us is that we would rather be ruined by praise than saved by criticism.
We come, not to mourn our dead soldiers, but to praise them
History is the story of events, with praise or blame.
We work for praise, and dawdle once we have it.
Praises for our past triumphs are as feathers to a dead bird.
Men are too unstable to be just; they are crabbed because they have not passed water at the usual time, or testy because they have not been stroked or praised.
Nowhere is there an account or portrait of Christ laughing...he is always stern, serious and as gloomy as a prison guard. Never does one see him laughing until tears appear in his eyes like the roly-poly squint-eyed Buddha guffawing with arms upraised.
So far as I can remember, there is not one word in the Gospels in praise of intelligence.
When someone sings his own praises, he always gets the tune too high.
Praise the sea; on shore remain.
Near this spot are deposited the remains of one who possessed Beauty without Vanity, Strength without Insolence, Courage without Ferocity, and all the Virtues of Man, without his Vices. This Praise, which would be unmeaning Flattery if inscribed over human ashes, is but a just tribute to the Memory of Boatswain, a Dog.
To speak ill of others is a dishonest way of praising ourselves.
Modesty is the surest bait when fishing for praise.
We are all motivated by a keen desire for praise, and the better a man is, the more he is inspired to glory.
There were honest people long before there were Christians and there are, God be praised, still honest people where there are no Christians. It could therefore easily be possible that people are Christians because true Christianity corresponds to what they would have been even if Christianity did not exist.
When we praise another, you enrich yourself more than you to other.
Men prefer brief praise, pitched high; women are satisfied with praise in a lower key, just so it goes on and on.
In Rome you long for the country; in the country - oh inconstant! - you praise the distant city to the stars.
The trouble with most of us is that we would rather be ruined by praise than saved by criticism.
We come, not to mourn our dead soldiers, but to praise them
History is the story of events, with praise or blame.
We work for praise, and dawdle once we have it.
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