Quotes About Honor

A true Vor, Miles told himself severely, does not bury his face in his liegewoman's breasts and cry—even if he is at a convenient height for it.

Reputation is what other people know about you. Honor is what you know about yourself.... The friction tends to arise when the two are not the same....There is no more hollow feeling than to stand with your honor shattered at your feet while soaring public reputation wraps you in rewards. That's soul destroying. The other way around is merely very, very irritating.

reputatia este ceea ce stiu altii despre tine, onoarea este ceea ce stii tu despre tine.

Reputation is what other people know about you. Honor is what you know about yourself.... The friction tends to arise when the tow are not the same....There is no more hollow feeling than to stand with your honor shattered at your feet while soaring public reputation wraps you in rewards. that's soul destroying. The other way around is merely very, very irritating.

It was a curious insight into Vorkosigan that he should so automatically accept her bare word as binding; he evidently thought along the same lines himself. The

Elena's eye lit with a skewed enthusiasm. "Dear God, Miles. Metzov—Oser—Ungari—all in a row—you sure are hard on your commanding officers. What are you going to do when the time comes to let them all out?" Miles shook his head mutely. "I don't know.

Barrayar is bred in my bones. I cannot shake it, no matter how far I travel. This struggle, God knows, has no honor in it. But exile, for no other motive than ease—that would be to give up all hope of honor. The last defeat, with no seed of future victory in it.

Miles bowed, sitting; his floater bobbed slightly. "My horse would like you fine. He's extremely amiable, not to mention much too old and lazy to stampede anywhere. And I personally guarantee that with a Vorkosigan liveried armsman at your back, not the most benighted backcountry hick would offer you insult." Roic

I wanted—I wanted to serve something. To"—he raised his eyes to his father's, driven to a painful honesty—"to make my life an offering fit to lay at his feet." He shrugged. "Screwed up again." "Clay, boy." Count Vorkosigan's voice was hoarse but clear. "Only clay. Not fit to receive so golden a sacrifice." His voice cracked.

A true Vor, Miles told himself severely, does not bury his face in his liegewoman's breasts and cry—even if he is at a convenient height for it.

I offer you an honorable new beginning. I do not guarantee its ending. Attempts fail, but not as certainly as tasks never attempted.

There is no more hollow feeling than to stand with your honor shattered at your feet while soaring public reputation wraps you in rewards. That's soul-destroying.

All right," he said at last, "but after we talk to her, we report to ImpSec." "Ivan, I am ImpSec," snapped Miles. "Three years of training and field experience, remember? Do me the honor of grasping that I may just possibly know what I'm doing!" I wish to hell I knew what I was doing.

He wanted to know what I saw in you. I told him... he paused again, and continued almost shyly, that you poured out honor like a fountain, all around you. That's weird. I don't feel full of honor, or anything else, except maybe confusion. Naturally not. Fountains keep nothing for themselves.

Reputation is what other people know about you. Honor is what you know about yourself. There is no more hollow feeling than to stand with your honor shattered at your feet while soaring public reputation wraps you in rewards. That's soul-destroying. The other way around is merely very, very irritating. Guard your honor. Let your reputation fall where it will. And outlive the bastards.

Lord Auditor Vorthys, a word before you depart. Madame Vorsoisson"—he took Ekaterin's hand again—"we'll talk more when I am less pressed for time. Security concerns have deferred public recognition, but I hope you realize you've earned a personal account of honor with the Imperium of great depth, which you may draw upon at need and at will." Ekaterin blinked, startled almost to protest.

He doesn't shit on what we claim as our own and still command that loyalty.

You are asking us to lie, Colonel? I am asking you to omit. Surely, amidst the...the infinite gradations of human venality, that particular sin ranks low. The old man kneaded the folds of his throat. What happened out there belongs out there. The jungle has it; let the jungle keep it...

Do you know the strangest thing about being a soldier? It is that you are repeatedly ordered to commit suicide. and you obey.

Visiem zin?ms, ka ?imenes gods ir atkar?gs no t?s sieviešu uzved?bas.

It wouldn't be a bad idea if there were something to distinguish good men from bad.

A man's gotta do what a man's gotta do

Like I say, I killed a man or two but I'm no thief. My ma raised me better.

It is brutal. Only I never could see the sense in having folks look at your tombstone and say, 'He was a man who didn't believe in violence, He's a good man... and dead.