Quotes About Honor

How sleep the brave, who sink to rest. By all their country's wishes blest!

But in a larger sense we cannot dedicate, we cannot consecrate, we cannot hallow this ground. The brave men, living and dead, who struggled here, have consecrated it far above our poor power to add or detract.

Every noble crown is, and on earth will ever be, a crown of thorns.

Th' prisidincy is th' highest office in th' gift iv th people. Th' vice-prisidincy is th' next highest an' the lowest. It isn't a crime exactly. Ye can't be sint to jail f r it, but it's a kind iv a disgrace.

I feel like the man who was tarred and feathered and ridden out of town on a rail. To the man who asked how he liked it he said: 'If it wasn't for the honour of the thing, I'd rather walk.'

I beg leave to assure the Congress that no pecuniary consideration could have tempted me to accept this arduous employment at the expense of my domestic ease and happiness. I do not wish to make any profit from it.

There is honor among thieves.

Everything has to be taken on trust; truth is only that which is taken to be true. It's the currency of living. There may be nothing behind it, but it doesn't make any difference so long as it is honoured.

Few men have virtue to withstand the highest bidder.

Honor is the reward of virtue.

The only reward of virtue is virtue.

Most men admire Virtue, who follow not her lore.

Take up our quarrel with the foe! To you from failing hands we throw The torch; be yours to hold it high. If ye break faith with us who die We shall not sleep, though poppies grow In Flanders' fields.

The father of his country.

But yesterday the word of Caesar might Have stood against the world; now lies he there, And none so poor to do him reverence.

The work praises the man.

The fiery trials through which we pass will light us down in honor or dishonor to the last generation.

A kad se kod nas kaze za nekoga da ga niko ne zarezuje,to znaci vrlo cesto da ga svi gaze.

If It's Not Your Story To Tell,Don't Tell It...

Honor your own Self. Meditate on your own Self. Worship your own Self. Kneel to your own Self. Understand your own Self. Your God dwells within you as you.

I had watched my father, my uncles, my brother, and even my son—only on occasion—treat the women in their lives less than honorably.

Rhage cleared his throat. "My lord and ruler, Wrath, son of Wrath, blooded father of Wrath, I present you with Throe, Piece of Shit." On that note, he gave the male a good shove in the direction of the Oriental rug, and what do you know. Ass over teakettle and the motherfucker was where he belonged. At the foot of the one true King.

A writer is without honor only in his or her own home, among his or her own family.

I'm not into sluts. Our tradition says you honor your body by sharing it only with someone you are halved with. Guess I can't get that bullshit out of my head. ~iAm, Ch.63