admire - quotes and descriptions to inspire creative writing
I admired everything about her, from the way the breeze blew her hair to the soft Irish lilt to her voice. To me she looked like some kind of water sprite. But what really made me fall head over heals for her was the way she dealt with her patients. She put them at ease better than any medication. They hung on her every word and she always knew just what to say.
It wasn't just me that had a high opinion of him. The whole squadron did. He never expected more of us than he gave of himself, and he expected the world from us. He demanded every ounce of our being and then a little bit more. But what he gave in return was almost superhuman, hard to describe really. But he was more than a father figure to us, he was a hero. We would have followed him anywhere, into any battle, no hesitation. He was a leader of the likes I don't think we'll ever see again.
The respect I held for her was like an aged cheese. It became stronger with age, more mature, more robust. She was unfailingly kind, she always put others first and herself last. No matter how tired she was, even after a night shift, she was never short with you. My admiration for her was deep seated and long lasting.
She hated almost everything about him. He was a chauvinist and a womanizer, but he was also the most thorough attorney she had ever met. He must spend countless hours on his preparation. Every angle was covered, every detail had been examined and re-examined. His clients loved him and so did the jury, He oozed an effortless charm, whenever he spoke he owned the courtroom, holding everyone's rapt attention. It was impossible not to admire him, but that didn't mean she had to like him.
For most folks Jim was about as attractive as a brick. It wasn't that he was ugly, in many ways he was as handsome as the men we see in magazines or catalogues. What drove people away, what drew me closer, was his inability to sugar coat anything. The man was truthful every day of his life, painfully so at times. He underplayed his own pains and needs in order to provide for those he loved. He never drank unless it was a special occasion and even then he did so in moderation. Whatever he said he believed in, whatever virtues he professed, you could take it to the bank. That was him, black and white, cut and dried. He did change, but over time, evolving rather than taking on any new radical thought that blew his way. Being with him was like being anchored to a rock, never again feeling lost in the storms of life.
Kevin laughs, his deep chuckle lifting the spirit of the room. His face has a softness even when it comes to rest, as if he lacks the inner bitterness of the others gathered here tonight. He knows who he is and he's comfortable with himself. He's perhaps the only man in I've ever known that could look in a mirror of truth and only see his own reflection.
It wasn't love between us in any romantic way, perhaps more fraternal than anything. He was the only man I could ever admire. No matter how tough things got he always knew the difference between essential virtues to be upheld no matter what and what was negotiable. There were men that talked a better game, that spoke like angels from on high, but he walked his talk and in that there was more honour than in all of the king's guard.
I've heard fancier words. I've beheld more gracious faces. I've been offered fine gifts of gold. You though are the real thing, the one who loves without measure and gives even when it would be prudent to keep more in reserve. In this carnival of life you aren't the carousel of painted horses or the ferris wheel that spins, you are the rock beneath the frantic feet of the revellers.