Once I had a rose named after me and I was very flattered. But I was not pleased to read the description in the catalogue: "No good in a bed, but fine up against a wall.
I hate careless flattery, the kind that exhausts you in your effort to believe it.
Immigration is the sincerest form of flattery.
Flattery looks like friendship, just like a wolf looks like a dog.
Beware the flatterer: he feeds you with an empty spoon.
It does good to no woman to be flattered [by a man] who does not intend to marry her; and it is madness in all women to let a secret love kindle within them, which, if unreturned and unknown, must devour the life that feeds it; and, if discovered and responded to, must lead, ignis-fatuus-like, into miry wilds whence there is no extrication.
The wind blew my words away from you. So while I told you I love you, the phrase was carried in the opposite direction and landed 333 miles away in the ears of a confused farmer. He was nice, though. He sent me a kind letter saying that while he was flattered, I wasn’t really his type.
Don't be afraid of enemies who attack you. Be afraid of the friends who flatter you.