All the praise I received couldn't substitute for the praise I had never received from my mother at home. I longed for some wonderful man to come and save me from my life - but there didn't seem to be any, at least not for me.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
My mother, she didn't believe in praise. She'd never say anything was great. I think that's quite Northern, to not make people feel too good. I didn't mind if she was proud of me or not, it didn't bother me. I was never trying to please her.
It is wonderful to have someone praise you, to be desired.
For if there is anything to one's praise, it is foolish vanity to be gratified at it, and if it is abuse - why one is always sure to hear of it from one damned good-natured friend or another!
Praise is warming and desirable. But it is an earned thing. It has to be deserved, like a hug from a child.
I have often thought with wonder of the great goodness of God; and my soul has rejoiced in the contemplation of His great magnificence and mercy. May He be blessed for ever! For I see clearly that He has not omitted to reward me, even in this life, for every one of my good desires.
My mother really loved me. And one of the gifts that I have been given is that I have never thought for one second of my life that I was not greatly beloved.
I have to give all praise to the Man above, because I never gave up on Him, and He never gave up on me.
Yes, though I have nothing but gratitude for my upbringing in the church.
My mother was a very difficult woman to please. She was the sort of woman who thought that if I were praised I would get above myself.
One of the greatest gifts my father gave me - unintentionally - was witnessing the courage with which he bore adversity.