Excessive Praise Quotes

You never can say too much in praise of your country and its inhabitants. Two nations in Europe are really almost ridiculous in their own exaggerated praises of themselves; these are the English and the French.

For the good, when praised, feel something of disgust, if to excess commended.

My father had extravagant notions of my beauty, grace, wit, and charm.

May heaven protect us, cher monsieur, from being set on a pedestal by our friends!!!

O wonderful, wonderful, and most wonderful wonderful! And yet again wonderful, and after that, out of all hooping.

I think there is a problem, though, with the media gushing over [Obama] too much. I don't think he thinks that he's all that, but the media does. I mean, the coverage after, that I was watching, from MSNBC, I mean these guys were ready to have sex with him.It's embarrassing.

Whenever I received too much praise, it just didn't feel right to me - ever.

Too much attention and hoopla doesn't agree with my temperament.

A child may have too much of his mother's blessing.

Flattery is like wine, which exhilarates a man for a moment, but usually ends by going to his head and making him act foolishly.

The contrived language and the flattering attitude rarely come with the virtue.

The drunkard is convicted by his praises of wine.

Praise is good. Some people over-praise, though. Genuine appreciation is rare to come by.

Exaggeration, the inseparable companion of greatness.

The speaking in perpetual hyperbole is comely in nothing but love.

To the Tennis Court and there saw the King play at Tennis, and others; but to see how the King’s play was extolled without any cause at all was a loathsome sight, though sometimes indeed he did play very well and deserved to be commended; but such open flattery is beastly.

Here’s a bumper sticker I’d like to see: “We are the proud parents of a child who’s self-esteem is sufficient that he doesn’t need us promoting his minor scholastic achievements on the back of our car."

I do what I do because I like doing it. I'm well paid for it. I get far too much adulation compared with what it's worth.

This man is the bee's knees, Arthur, he is the wasp's nipples. He is, I would go so far as to say, the entire set of erogenous zones of every major flying insect of the Western world.

Not even Barbra Streisand celebrates herself as tirelessly as golf celebrates itself.

Flattery of the verbal kind is gross. In short, applause is of too coarse a nature to be swallowed in the gross, though the extract or tincture be ever so agreeable.

I question the value of stars. I think they're overrated. They get too much money, too much praise.

Critics are notoriously liberal with their use of the term 'genius'.

If you're bringing up kids, you just want to smother them with love and praise and enthusiasm. So I don't think you can mollycoddle your kids too much really.

Admiration spoils all from infancy.