Pastoral Resources

There is nothing that compares to an unexpected round of applause.

There are high spots in all of our lives and most of them have come about through encouragement from someone else. I don't care how great, how famous or successful a man or woman may be, each hungers for applause.

All of us love applause, and so we should - it means that the listener likes us!

Applause should be an emotional response to the music, rather than a regulated social duty.

We should welcome applause whenever it comes.

I have been trying to find out exactly when listeners and performers decided that applause between movements would not be allowed, but nobody seems to have been willing to admit that they were the culprit.

Sometimes I wish that applause would come just a bit later, when it is so beautifully hushed that I feel like holding my breath in the silence of the end.

From then on, I realized this is what I want to do, what I'm supposed to do: Giving energy and receiving it back through applause. I love it. That's my world. I love it. I enjoy it. I live for it.

Applause felt like approval, and it became a drug that soothed the pain, but only temporarily.

Expressions of disapproval are on a level of vulgarity that cannot be tolerated. The way to express disapproval is to do without applause.

Popular applause veers with the wind.

When I got through, Duke Ellington stood up and started the applause.

Applause is the spur of noble minds, the end and aim of weak ones.

Success listens only to applause. To all else it is deaf.

The person who seeks all their applause from outside has their happiness in another's keeping .

Applause is a receipt, not a bill.

Laughter is much more important than applause. Applause is almost a duty. Laughter is a reward.

Occasionally if you do something extraordinary, the crew responds with spontaneous applause, but that's very rare.

The lights go down, you hear the applause and you're up there, and then everything else is forgotten.

I'd get more applause than some because I was just seventeen. If they didn't clap at the end of my act I would limp off stage and boy would they feel guilty. They would all burst into tremendous applause as they saw this poor cripple kid walking off.