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

Glory of the world makes life meaningless. Glory of God fulfills it.

— indonesia123

Grown children (an oxymoron, I realize) veer instinctively to extremes: the young scholar is much more a pedant than his older counterpart. And I, being young myself, took these pronouncements of Henry's very seriously. I doubt if Milton himself could have impressed me more.

— Donna Tartt

Have you ever felt the longing for someone you could admire? For something, not to look down at, but up to?

— Ayn Rand

He [Alexander von Humboldt] was to science what Shakespeare was to the drama.

— Robert G. Ingersoll

He hadn't been this nervous since the last disastrous night at the improve, and he firmly told himself to calm down as he blotted at the tablecloth, glancing upwards to see Emma wriggling out of her summer jacket, pushing her shoulders back and her chest forward in that way that women do without realizing the ache they cause.

— David Nicholls

He squinted at her. He recalled the tears in her eyes that had not fallen into her teacup. No, it wasn’t a revelation. Not even to him. Yet, this was the same woman who had stolen a camel right out from under the Anti-Zionist army’s nose. She’d taken his hand, thrown herself down a sand dune on a dare, and then beaten him back up it. She’d glared at him and refused to part from his side. A coward? “Never,” he said again.

— V.S. Carnes

He stepped down, avoiding any long look at her as one avoids long looks at the sun, but seeing her as one sees the sun, without looking.

— Leo Tolstoy

He was unique to her among men because he’s impressed her as being not her admirer her superior. In some mysterious way he was becoming a part of her conscience as one woman whose nature is an object of reverential belief may become a new conscience to a man.

— George Eliot

His muscles flexed as he stood, and Rosa couldn’t prevent herself from watching with veiled admiration. He was certainly a very beautiful man. She looked away in embarrassment, worried she might say or do something inappropriate.

— Emily Arden