Humble Response To A Compliment Novels & Stories

Shrugging in response, Hayden replied, “Compliments won’t do you any good, you know?” With how shameless he was being, all the infuriated woman could do was turn to look the other way. She simply couldn’t stand looking at his revolting smirk!

"You noticed. You really are observant, aren't you?" "I'm not good at lying. I notice things easily." He laughed loudly. "Your honesty is refreshing. I like that about you." I wasn't used to hearing genuine compliments from anyone aside from Dr. Yoon, let alone the guy in front of me. The fact that he was complimenting me made me feel somewhat unsure of myself. "Thank you," I mumbled. "Don't mention it," he said, waving off the thanks with an air of nonchalance. I continued glaring at him, my face turning redder by the second. Eventually, I gave up and looked away.

Gabriel responded, offering up his hand for a handshake. Evina’s eyes widened in gratitude. She quickly gave a quick bow as she accepted his hand, and thanked him. “Thank you for giving me a chance,” her pink lips curled up in a smile. Her hand pressed on his as if she didn’t want to let it go. *************************************************** Humility is royalty with a crown.

"Wow, a compliment coming from you. I'll be damned." "What does that even mean? I compliment you once in a while." "True," I reply. "Just accept it." "I didn't say I don't accept it." "Fine, now it's your turn to give me a compliment." "Huh? Why?" "Courtesy demands it." "I like your tracksuit," I say absentmindedly. "You're not even looking at it," he cries. "I saw it earlier," I say, "Take it or leave, you're the one who wants a compliment."

First ammo: act superior. The truth is I felt irritated with the way he humbles himself before his oppressors! He was totally wasting his strength! I scolded him in public, pressed a finger on his forehead to offend him, and walked away like a boss. In the end, guilt scolded me! I just told him not to be 'overly' humble, it wasn't my intention to make him feel extra bad after all the discrimination he had experienced. That act made me realize that I can't be harsh towards him, I'm mindful of his feelings.

It's a waste of time asking him. The journey was quiet for sometime. Until he interrupted. “ Saanvi....?" he called, i looked at him, as i hummed in response. “ You are looking beautiful...." His deep tone sounded raspier. What should i tell him? I made ‘O' pout, not knowing how to react to his compliment. I mean, I can say Thanks but somehow i decided not to say Thanks to his compliment. He didn't bother when i didn't reply, he focused on driving.

I savor the name, which fits her perfectly, and I can't resist offering an honest compliment: "It's a beautiful name." The expression on her face betrays a certain discomfort, and I immediately regret complimenting her name. I'm not naive. I know that many men use this subterfuge to win over women, but I was totally sincere. I apologize immediately, although she brushes it off with a simple "thank you," claiming she's already leaving.

I rested my back while sitting and answered him He just looked at me and also sat on the couch "You're beautiful. Your gown especially made your personality stand out" He stared at me, saying this in daze 'What is he saying?' I looked at him in an awkward and confused way And, I was caught off guard when he said this to me so I reacted that way but since I can feel that he just want to genuinely compliment me as his partner today, I thought about thanking him or denying it for me to appear humble 'How should I react? Be humble or just simply thank him?'

“Tell me something. When a guy compliments you, what do you do?” I thought about it. “I say it's not a big deal. Or I make a joke. Or I say thank you quickly and change the topic.” “Do you ever just… sit in it?” she asked. “Let it land. Smile. Enjoy it.” “That feels… weird,” I said. “Why?” “Because,” I said, picking at the bed cover. “It feels like I'm asking for more. Like I'm saying ‘keep looking at me.’” “And is that so terrible?” she asked softly.

“You look… breath-taking.” I blinked. Oh no. Oh no, no, no. I wasn’t prepared for this level of attention. Compliments? My brain short-circuited. What was the appropriate response? A simple thank you? A joke? A dramatic spin with jazz hands? I went with: "Uh." Elvis chuckled. "That bad, huh?" I swallowed, forcing out a nervous laugh. "No! I mean—thank you. I just… yeah. Hi." What. Was. That.