Humble Response To A Compliment Novels & Stories

Wow" is new. I shrugged, trying not to sound so insensitive. "I've never cared about anyone enough to miss it, so I can't say I'm sorry. "Your honesty is charming," he said, and I don't know why I thought it was a joke. I laughed, shaking my body. "That's also new. The only form of praise that escapes men is "t tight and hot", I don't know how to act when they praise anything that goes beyond my ass.

“It’s humbling. It's honest and real.” I turned to face him. The setting sun fell across his face, lighting up his eyes and accentuating his gorgeous features. Not only was Gabe absolutely beautiful but it was becoming clear that he was also extremely deep and intelligent. “That was poetic,” I responded. “Did you write that yourself?” “No, but I have more.” He laughed and then put on his best serious expression again. “I’m small compared to the world. It’s just a fact. I just like to remind myself of it so that I can stay humble. Everyone can use more humility.”

What did he just say to me? “That’s crazy.” I say and he looks at me smiling. “Is it? I’m starting to think he’s right. The more time I spend with you the more I realize how awesome you are.” He says and my heart jumps for joy at his compliment but I can’t react can I? I can’t show too much joy because he might think I’m head over heels for him. If I’m mad he’s going to think I’m salty over him knowing how I feel. I don’t know where to go here.

he said. Emily cocked her head to the side, and Phin couldn’t help but feel like she was trying to understand his very soul. “You don’t like compliments, do you?” “No,” he deadpanned. She smiled. “I can tell.” She sat down in the chair in front of his desk with a thoughtful look on her face. “Most people who receive compliments say something like ‘thank you.’” “Aren’t you the one thanking me?” “True. Then it’s not a compliment, but me being grateful. It’s funny to me, considering the work you do, that you don’t know what to do when people express gratitude toward you.”

“Precisely! So enough with the bowing and whimpering. I don’t care to see such demonstrations from capable wolves like yourself.” Another compliment. At least, I think it is. I’ve experienced all kinds of insults, my least favorite being those twisted from words of praise. They sting the worst for some reason. But I know that’s not what he’s trying to do. What I don’t know is why he’s being so kind and how I should respond to this kindness. “Then who would you like to see groveling at your feet?” I ask, with a smile in my voice and on my face. “I’m sure you have someone in mind.”

Hurst had taken with me back in his office. "Thank you for recognizing my abilities, Mr. Hurst. However, you told me not to be obsessed with showing off and hogging the spotlight. After giving it some thought, I came to the conclusion that you made a very good point. "All along, I've been monopolizing the title of top salesperson with my sales performance. The rest of my colleagues never got a chance to claim that title. Therefore, I've decided to stay humble, keep my feet on the ground, and not do anything to take the spotlight. I'm going to show some proper restraint."

Johnson’s gaze softened, catching the flicker of uncertainty on her face. “Hey,” he said quietly. “You did well. You made it through. You worked your ass off for months in a place that barely deserved you. That’s not small.” She shrugged, looking down at the folded napkin in her lap. “Yeah. Maybe.” “No maybes.” He leaned forward, voice gentle but firm. “You did good and I’m proud of you .” “Aww I think I did good too” “Exactly.” His mouth curved. “And you got through all that. So now you get to celebrate.”

I stared at him without saying a single word. I wondered whether I had somehow misheard him. Sebastian had actually complimented me. Not only had he complimented my work, but he had also openly called me smart. I could not remember a single moment since meeting him when he had ever praised either my ideas or my abilities. Usually, his reactions remained frustratingly flat, no matter how much effort I put into something. A slow smile eventually spread across my face before I quietly replied, “ Thank you. I never believed compliments were even capable of coming out of your mouth.”

Impossible to argue with. Something moves in her eyes .... the micro-adjustment I have learned to watch for in people who are performing composure. She was expecting something else. Deference, possibly. The slight shrinking of a woman who understands she is being assessed and responds by making herself smaller. I have not made myself smaller. I have given her a compliment about her territory and held my ground on every other square inch. She smiles. "Reputations are useful things." "When they're accurate," I answer. A beat. Clean. Pleasant. Containing absolutely nothing she can take apart.

“Excuse me?” “I’m just asking for your number. It’s not a big deal. It’s the least you can do when someone compliments you.” “I-” “She knows she’s beautiful.” We both turned to the interruption, blonde guy’s heart probably stopping just as fast as mine did. “Your ‘compliments’ don’t mean shit. And it might not make sense in your tiny brain, if it exists at all, but she isn’t obliged to give you her, regardless of whatever good you think you may have done for her.”