manipulative compliments Quotes

Flattery labors under the odious charge of servility.

Flattery is false money, which would not be current were it not for our vanity.

Flattery is a counterfeit money which, but for vanity, would have no circulation.

We bestow on others praise in which we do not believe, on condition that in return they bestow upon us praise in which we do.

Revile those who flatter you.

He who says he hates all kinds of flattery, and says so in earnest, has undoubtedly not as yet become acquainted with all kinds of it, whether in substance or in form.

Flatterers are the worst kind of traitors, for they will strengthen thy imperfections, encourage thee in all evils, correct thee in nothing, but so shadow and paint thy follies and vices as thou shalt never, by their will, discover good from evil, or vice from virtue.

flattery would be worse than vain; there is no consolation in flattery.

Though flattery blossoms like friendship, yet there is a vast difference in the fruit.

Who doesn't love a compliment? But every compliment comes with a warning: Beware—Do Not Overuse. Go ahead, sniff your compliment. Take a little sip. But don't chew, don't swallow. If you do, you risk abandoning the good work that inspired the compliment in the first place. If that happens, maybe it was the compliment and not the job well done that you were aiming for all along.

Let flattery, the handmaid of the vices, be far removed .

Now flattery can never do good; twice cursed in the giving and the receiving, it ought to be.

Nothing is so great an instance of ill-manners as flattery.

When people flatter you constantly it is very tempting to think you deserve it.

Flattery is the worst and falsest way of showing our esteem.

The mischief of flattery is, not that it persuades any man that he is what he is not, but that it suppresses the influence of honest ambition, by raising an opinion that honour may be gained without the toil of merit.

Flattery is counterfeit, and like counterfeit money, it will eventually get you into trouble if you pass it to someone else.

Praise is like ambergrease: a little whiff of it, and by snatches, is very agreeable; but when a man holds a whole lump of it to your nose, it is a stink, and strikes you down.

I'm tired of saying "How wonderful you are!" to fool men, who haven't got one half sense I've got.