Excessive Admiration Quotes

Flattery labors under the odious charge of servility.

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

... we need to interrogate "reverence," for idolization can be another way one is objectified and not really taken seriously.

Narcissism, like the other personality disorders, is a condition that's known as ego-syntonic. In other words, the paranoid person really does believe that people are after him, and the narcissist really does believe that he or she is better than or more entitled than other people, and truly doesn't see why that's not the case.

Complimenting someone in an exaggerated way is known as flattery, and flattery will generally get you anything you want.

Even popularity can be overdone. In Rome, along at first, you are full of regrets that Michelangelo died; but by and by, you only regret that you didn't see him do it.

To love an idea is to love it a little more than one should.

Vanity and narcissism — the compulsive need to be admired and praised — undermine one's courage, for one then fights on someone else's conviction rather than one's own.

He hurts me most who lavishly commends.

It [idolatry] nourishes mans ambition to domineer over his fellow man. Idolatry, therefore, is the source of all social and moral evil in the world.

Everybody worships me, it's nauseating.

Flattery was formerly a vice; it has now become the fashion.

It's a trip but it hasn't crossed over to the point where women are throwing their panties at me.

I thought narcissism was about self-love till someone told me there is a flip side to it... It is unrequited self-love.

You think I love flattery (says Dr. Johnson), and so I do; but a little too much always disgusts me: that fellow Richardson, on the contrary, could not be contented to sail quietly down the stream of reputation, without longing to taste the froth from every stroke of the oar.

Sometimes you have trouble because someone 'likes' your music so much. They follow you around for hours singing little bits of the songs, or just freaking out.

These critics organize and practice in my case a sort of obsessive personality cult which philosophers should know how to question and above all, to moderate.

What about your crepe?" "Stuff It." "She's crazy about you," Mavis commented. "It's almost embarrassing, the way she fawns.

Mother loved dance so much that she thought (ballerina) Margot Fonteyn should be the president.

No wonder, Sir, that he is vain; a man who is perpetually flattered in every mode that can be conceived. So many bellows have blown the fire, that one wonders he is not by this time become a cinder.