Quotes About Honour

I have never been to a court s gracious as the one Neha keeps. Dmitri played a knife through his fingers, one of the three he'd brought back from Neha's territory. "She truly believes in giving honor to a visitor." He threw to knife at Jason. "He threw it back as Venom added, "Thought she might have that guest neatly executed as the court sleeps.

Shall then this man go hungry, here in lands Blest by his honor, builded by his hands? Do something for him: let him never be Forgotten: let him have his daily bread: He who has fed us, let him now be fed. Let us remember his tragic lot— Remember, or else be ourselves forgot! —Edwin Markham, "The Forgotten Man" (1932) I

My work is not worthy of respect. Why then do you join in it with me?

he explained to me that refusing a Head of State could be looked upon as an insult to a great man and lead to strained relations between the two countries. He added that if I really loved my country, if I was a patriot, I would go to him at once. So I told the man from the police that I knew nothing about patriotism, that my country had not only given me nothing, but had also taken away anything I might have had, including my honour and my dignity.

Now I had learnt that honour required large sums of money to protect it, but that large sums of money could not be obtained without losing one's honour.

Honour belongs to those who never forsake the truth even when things seem dark and grim, who try over and over again, who are never discouraged by insults, humiliation and even defeat.

Jimmy: Barbara and I have discussed godfathers at length and we have come to the conclusion that, whether the baby is a girl or boy, we would be consider it an honour if you would agree to accept this office as an adjunct to the more disreputable positions you have held in the past.

Nelson: I would be more than delighted, and the honour in mine, not the baby's. Now they dare not hang me.

This is the second time in our history that there has come back from Germany to Downing Street peace with honour. I believe it is peace in our time.

You know, it was once an honourable thing to get a tattoo in the old days – it was the mark of a fireman. The public loved and respected firemen – not like these crude gangsters who show off their tattoos these days.

The scop's chant moved majestically from folk and fold to hearth and hall, wealth and wire, his rolling Anglics now transmuted into the language of flame, and gold and honour.

Will the future bring your wisdom to me? Or will darkness rule the kingdom for all eternity? You will live in my heart… I will still remember even though we are apart. I will feel you there for me As I walk the road of life You help me fight for what is right I will honour thy name

Science now held a position of unique honour among the First Men. This was not so much because it was in this field that the race long ago during its high noon had thought most rigorously, nor because it was through science that men had gained some insight into the nature of the physical world, but rather because the application of scientific principles had revolutionized their material circumstances.

an age of chivalry as outmoded as honour, as obsolete as truth.

Truly now is the golden age; the highest honour comes by means of gold; by gold love is procured.

I have the greatest respect for Tony Iommi.

Others have more beauty in their face/Without thy heart:/To some is giv'n more honour, birth or grace,/And ye thou art/To my thoughts as the star,/That sparks so bright above,/Seems to the moth so far/Yet holds his love

Some bruises you wear like badges of honour: when you got it playing rugby, or quad racing, or falling off something while drunk, no opportunity is lost to show off a good contusion. A bruise inflicted by someone else, however, is a whole other story: it's like a big flashing arrow marking you out as punchable, and before long there'll be boys queuing up to add bruises of their own, as if they'd just been waiting for somebody to show them it could be done.

Thee I do not look on, no, For, alas! it is of moment, That he must not see thy beauty Who is pledged to see thy honour.

It should be a matter of honour on the Left to write at least as well, without redundancy or clutter, as its adversaries.

These two laws in particular were central to Jewish identity in Paul's day. They had become social badges of honor to distinguish Jews from Gentiles, something concrete to hang on to amid the persistent religious chaos introduced by centuries of Greek and Roman ways. That's why I wear my Yankees jersey in Phillies country. I do it, at great risk to myself, to let the world—the world, mind you—know that I am different. I belong to another tribe. I am special.