Don't expect everyone to admire this world is made up of hate and fire.

— Srishti

During these hard times in the world we should always remember to keep our families and friends close.

— Hyrum Yeakley

For the first time in his life, a teacher was pointing out things that Under had not already seen for himself. For the first time, Under had found a living mind he could admire.

— Orson Scott Card

For the first time, Under had found a living mind he could admire.

— Orson Scott Card

His eyes are so beautiful and dark, and they do look like that dog’s—I mean, that wolf’s. They are kind and strong and a little bit of something else, and I like them. I like them a lot. No, I like them way too much. Something inside me gets a little warmer, edges closer to him. The fire crackles and I jump again, jittery, nervous, but I don’t jump away from Nick. I jump toward him. Nick in the firelight with just a blanket on is a little hard to resist, no matter how crazy he might be. His skin, deep with heat, seems to glisten. His muscles are defined and good but not all steroid bulky. He is so perfect. And beautiful. In a boy way. Not a monster way. Not a wolf way.“Are you going to kiss me?” My words tremble into the air. He smiles but doesn’t answer.“I’ve never kissed a werewolf before. Are were kisses like pixie kisses? Do they do something to you? Is that why you never kissed anybody?” He gives a little smile. “No. It’s just I never kissed anyone because I never thought I could be honest about who I am, you know? And I didn’t want anyone to get attached to me because. . .”“Because you’re a werewolf.”“Because I’m a werewolf,” he repeats softly. Watching his lips move makes me shiver; not in a scared way, in more of an oh-he-is-too-beautiful way. I put my hand against his skin. It is warm. It’s always been warm. He smells so good, like woods and safety. I swallow my fear and move forward, and my lips meet his, angel-light, a tiny promise. His lips move beneath mine. His hands move to my shoulders and my mouth feels like it will burst with happiness. My whole body shakes with it.“Wow,” I say.”Yeah,” he says. “Wow.” Our mouths meet again. It’s like my lips belong there. . . Right there. One tiny part of me has finally found a place to fit.

— Carrie Jones

How I admired people who talked about their vices as though they were distant relatives they'd learn to put up with because they couldn't quite disown them.

— André Aciman

I admire successful men and women who endured and overcome unusual circumstances to fulfill their dreams.

— Lailah Gifty Akita

If a man admires a woman he had something in his mind that he would like to carry further. If a woman admires a man, she had definitely made up her mind.

— Girdhar Joshi

I find myself pausing to admire her face. For a brief moment, I'm lost to my surroundings.

— Marie Lu

I'm the biggest critic of my own work, but sometimes you nail a chapter so good that you have to take a step back and admire that bitch.

— R.D. Ronald