Quotes about Praise

There is a place for each individual in the world, but you must seek and find where your place is and where you fit in. If you are afraid to take the responsibility of bringing in the new, do not try to stop those souls who are willing to do it. Realise that those souls who have been trained and inspired to undertake this task will do so, for it is their work. Find your rightful place in the whole vast plan, and if you are not in the front line do not let it disturb you. Remember, all sorts of people are needed to make up the whole. Simply accept your specific work and do what you know you have to do wholeheartedly, and allow those souls who have been placed in the position of leadership and responsibility to go ahead. Give them your full backing and complete loyalty; they need it and appreciate it. Lift up your heart in deep love praise and gratitude for them, and always give of your very best.

Glory be to God for dappled things—    
  For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow;    
    For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim;    
Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls; finches’ wings;    
  Landscape plotted and pieced—fold, fallow, and plough;
    And áll trádes, their gear and tackle and trim.    
 
All things counter, original, spare, strange;    
  Whatever is fickle, freckled (who knows how?)    
    With swift, slow; sweet, sour; adazzle, dim;    
He fathers-forth whose beauty is past change:
                  Praise him.

Think about the difference between thankfulness and praise.  Thankfulness if us-centered; when things work out the way we want, we're thankful.  Praise is God-centered; praise means becoming aware of God in your life right now... praise is the beginning of healing.

Without doubt I praise the wild excellence...

I cannot conceive otherwise than that He, the Infinite Father, expects or requires no worship or praise from us, but that He is even infinitely above it.

Praised be the fathomless universe, for life and joy, and for objects and knowledge curious.

"I'm a part of the fellowship of the unashamed. I have Holy Spirit Power. The dye has been cast. I have stepped over the line the decision has been made. I am a disciple of His. I won't look back, let up, slow down, back away or be still. My past is redeemed, my present makes sense, my future is secure. I'm finished and done with low living, sight walking, small planning, smooth knees, colorless dreams, tame visions, worldly talking, cheap giving, and dwarfed goals. I no longer need preeminence, prosperity, position, promotions, platitudes or popularity. I don't have to be right, first recognized, praised, regarded or rewarded. I now live by faith lean on His presence, walk by patience, am lifted up by prayer and labor by power. My face is set, my gate is fast, my goal is heaven, my road is narrow, my way rough, my companions few, my guide reliable, my mission clear. I cannot be bought, compromised, detoured, lured away, turned back, deluded or delayed. I will not flinch in the face of sacrifice, hesitate in the presence of the adversary, negotiate at the table of the enemy, ponder at the pool of popularity, or meander in the maze of mediocrity. I won't give up, shut up, let up until I've stayed up. I am disciple of Jesus. I must go till He comes, give till I drop, preach till all know, work till He stops me, and when He comes for His own, He'll have no problem recognizing me at all!"

Author Unknown

"Satan may have won this battle but God is the Victor of the War. I may be a lost casualty but I will not be a silent one. Today I lay down to lick my wounds for tomorrow I return to battle!"  Steven K. Beckett

“My hunger to become equipped so that I may go forth and spread the word with precision and boldness is not matched even by my desire to breath!”  Steven K. Beckett

Every man should have his own Holy Place where he keeps lonely vigil, harkens for the Voices, and offers prayer and praise.

Some praise me, some blame me. I
go the other way.

When I am with you, we stay up all night. When you are not here, I cannot go to sleep. Praise God for these two insomnias and the difference between them.

Reshape yourself through the power of your will...

Those who have conquered themselves...live in peace, alike in cold and heat, pleasure and pain, praise and blame...To such people a clod of dirt, a stone, and gold are the same...Because they are impartial, they rise to great heights.

A creature not too bright or good For human nature's daily food; For transient sorrows, simple wiles, Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles.

The imperfect offices of prayer and praise.

Blessings be with them, and eternal praise, Who gave us nobler loves, and nobler cares!- The Poets, who on earth have made us heirs Of truth and pure delight by heavenly lays.

She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove,- A maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love.

When I was young I had an elderly friend who used often to ask me to stay with him in the country. He was a religious man and he read prayers to the assembled household every morning. But he had crossed out in pencil all the passages that praised God. He said that there was nothing so vulgar as to praise people to their faces and, himself a gentleman, he could not believe that God was so ungentlemanly as to like it.

People ask you for criticism, but they only want praise.

I praise God for you, sir: your reasons at dinner have been sharp and sententious; pleasant without scurrility, witty without affectation, audacious without impudency, learned without opinion, and strange with-out heresy.

There's not one wise man among twenty will praise himself.

Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; I come to bury Cæsar, not to praise him. The evil that men do lives after them, The good is oft interred with their bones; So let it be with Cæsar. The noble Brutus Hath told Cæsar was ambitious; If it were so, it was a grievous fault; And grievously hath Cæsar answer'd it. . . . . For Brutus is an honourable man; So are they all, all honourable men. . . . . He was my friend, faithful and just to me: But Brutus says he was ambitious; And Brutus is an honourable man. . . . . When that the poor have cried, Cæsar hath wept; Ambition should be made of sterner stuff . . . . You all did love him once, not without cause.

We are apt to love praise, but not to deserve it. But if we would deserve it, we must love virtue more than than.

April O fair mid-spring, besung so oft and oft, How can I praise thy loveliness enow? Thy sun that burns not, and thy breezes soft That o'er the blossoms of the orchard blow, The thousand things that 'neath the young leaves grow, The hopes and chances of the growing year, Winter forgotten long, and summer near. When summer brings the lily and the rose, She brings us fear-her very death she brings Hid in her anxious heart, the forge of woes; And, dull with fear, no more the mavis sings. But thou! thou diest not, but thy fresh life clings About the fainting autumn's sweet decay, When in the earth the hopeful seed they lay. Ah! life of all the year, why yet do I, Amid thy snowy blossoms' fragrant drift, Still long for that which never draweth nigh, Striving my pleasure from my pain to sift, Some weight from off my fluttering mirth to lift? - Now, when far bells are ringing "Come again, Come back, past years! why will ye pass in vain?"

Neither praise nor blame is the object of true criticism. Justly to discriminate, firmly to establish, wisely to prescribe and honestly to award - these are the true aims and duties of criticism.

Low ambition and the thirst of praise.

I praise the Frenchman, his remark was shrewd- "How sweet, how passing sweet is solitude." But grant me still a friend in my retreat, To whom I may whisper-"Solitude is sweet."

They did not use swords, or keep slaves. They were not barbarians. I do not know the rules and laws of their society, but I suspect that they were singularly few. As they did without monarchy and slavery, so they also got on without the stock exchange, the advertisement, the secret police, and the bomb. Yet I repeat that these were not simple folk, not dulcet shepherds, noble savages, bland utopians. They were not less complex than us. The trouble is that we have a bad habit, encouraged by pedants and sophisticates, of considering happiness as something rather stupid. Only pain is intellectual, only evil interesting. This is the treason of the artist: a refusal to admit the banality of evil and the terrible boredom of pain. If you can't lick 'em, join 'em. If it hurts, repeat it. But to praise despair is to condemn delight, to embrace violence is to lose hold of everything else. We have almost lost hold, we can no longer describe a happy man, nor make any celebration of joy. How can I tell you about the people of Omelas? They were not naive and happy children - though their children were, in fact happy. They were mature, intelligent, passionate adults whose lives were not wretched

Creativity is so delicate a flower that praise tends to make it bloom, while discouragement often nips it in the bud.

I use to have a "Comfort Zone" Where I knew I couldn't fail, The same four walls and busy work, were really more like jail. I longed so much to do the things I'd never done before, But I stayed inside my "Comfort Zone" and paced the same old floor. I said it didn't matter that I wasn't doing much. I said I didn't care for things like diamonds, furs and such. I claimed to be so busy with the things inside the Zone. But deep inside I longed for something "special" of my own. I couldn't let my life go by just watching others win! I held my breath and stepped outside to let the change begin!! I took a step and with new strength I'd never felt before. I kissed my "Comfort Zone" good-bye and closed and locked the door! If you are in a "Comfort Zone" afraid to venture out. Remember that all winners were at one time filled with doubt. A step or two and words of praise can make your dreams come true. Greet your future with a smile, Success is there for you!!!