A Quote by Pat Summitt

I don't give out compliments easily. — © Pat Summitt
I don't give out compliments easily.
I'm a Libra. If someone compliments me, I'll say something nice to them. I like to give out compliments.
I don't trust compliments. I've been getting them for years. Sometimes I deserve them, sometimes I didn't. But generally when people give you compliments there's one of two things wrong with them. Either they're false, or what's worse is they're sincere. They really mean the compliment. And then they're offering you their loyalty. And I'm kind of a stingy... Well, I don't necessarily want to give all that loyalty back. So either way, let's skip the compliments.
Give me the compliments. I love compliments. I was born modest, but it wore off.
Most people don't know how to take compliments. That's the biggest problem in America - we're hesitant to give compliments and embarrassed at getting them.
People give out compliments because it's polite.
Is is difficult to be angry with a gentleman who pays you compliments, even impertinent compliments. Especially impertinent compliments.
I don't take compliments very easily. I think most musicians suffer from low self-esteem to some extent.
I might be too strung out on compliments, overdosed on confidence/ Started not to give a f- and stop fearing the consequence/ Drinking every night because we drink to my accomplishments.
It's always a pleasure to have a manager give you compliments.
It is a great mistake for men to give up paying compliments, for when they give up saying what is charming, they give up thinking what is charming.
It's hard for some parents to give their children compliments.
The first step is to measure whatever can easily be measured. This is OK as far as it goes. The second step is to disregard that which can't be easily measured or to give it an arbitrary quantitative value. This is artificial and misleading. The third step is to presume that what can't be measured easily really isn't important. This is blindness. The fourth step is to say that what can't be easily measured really doesn't exist. This is suicide.
I grew my dreadlocks 12 years ago because they give me the freedom to roll out of bed and not spend hours on my woolly, thick hair. I get tons of dropped jaws and compliments, so I reckon folks like them all right.
I love compliments; of course I do. Everybody wants to receive compliments. But the team is the important thing, and I'd rather win things as a team than finish up with individual honours.
There's so many great, fantastic compliments I need to give that girl. Three words isn't enough.
I've got the public. I don't care about the critics. I did at one time. I don't any more. I did when I needed compliments. But if you get a lot of compliments, you don't need a critic to tell you, 'This should be done another way.'
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