Quotes About Honor

Superior strength is found in the long run to lie with those who had right on their side.

The noblest spirit is most strongly attracted by the love of glory.

The Christian is never to be motivated by a sense of his own honor, but rather by the honor of Christ. If pride was Satan's original sin, humility and patient faith are the Christian's primary duty.

The Christian is never to be motivated by a sense of his own honor, but rather by the honor of Christ. If pride was Satan's original sin, humility and patient faith are the Christian's primary duty. The Christian casts his own honor in the dust so that God may be honored, knowing that God and God alone can give him true honor. The Christian, thus, lives by obedience and submission, not by pride and honor and nobility.

Better a shamed face than a stained heart,' Teresita announced.

Nothing would disgust me more, morally, than receiving an Oscar.

You do not respect someone whom you abuse, and you do not abuse someone whom you respect.

You're going to live your life. You're going to honor him doing things you would have done if he'd never gotten sick and died

Goodness and hard work are rewarded with respect.

Who would not chose to have been one of God's three hundred? But when he brings us to the Spring of Trembling, how rarely we covet the post of honor. How we shrink from the battle of the present, even while we honor the heroism that courted it in the past. Every era has its battle. God's trumpet calls to-day, as Gideon's did, for recruits. Enter the ranks.

Anger tried to boil up higher inside her. She closed her eyes, praying for God's peace. Human wrath was against the will of God and only gave Satan influence over a soul. Honor must leave these evil men to God's justice.

tried to do you proud.

Honor your desire for a new life. Say yes to the small inklings of interest and curiosity that present themselves each day.

Not to us, O Lord, not to us but to your name be the glory, because of your love and faithfulness.

You always have a choice. Don't ever imagine that you don't. Whatever you do, it's a decision and you have to accept responsibility for it. That's when honor becomes more than empty words.

I need your trust in this, Alec. Can you give it?" Alec looked sidelong at the fire for a long moment, then locked eyes with him again, and replied in halting Aurenfaie, "Rei phoril tos tokun meh brithir, vri sh'ruit'ya." Though you thrust your dagger at my eyes, I will not flinch. A solemn oath, and one Seregil had pledged him not so long ago.

Everything we do, talí, we do with honor.

You always have a choice. Don't ever imagine you don't. Whatever you do, it's a decision and you have to accept responsibility for it. That's when honor becomes more than empty words.

It is better to lack the semblance of honor but possess it than to possess the semblance and lack the honor.

Anything we do, talí, we do with honor.

I was chosen, too, you fatherless son of a whore. [...] But it's my people at the Cockerel that I'll kill you for, and for what you did to Alec. For the runners and keeks you used and betrayed, the innocents who've died at your order. Hell, I'll kill you for the sheer fun of it. Come on, Lord Eater of Shit. Let's get this over with.

Imagine—Lord Seregil and Lord Alec slapped up in the Red Tower for common housebreaking? No one knows what we really are, or what we've done for Skala. It would just be shame and dishonor, and for what? Because some titled slip of a girl couldn't keep her skirts down on Mourning Night, then decided she wanted a proper marriage? For that, I risk losing you?

Many years after the war, an American journalist asked Jeannie Rousseau, one of Marie-Madeleine's operatives, why she had risked her life to join Alliance. "I don't understand the question," replied Rousseau, who was responsible for one of the greatest Allied intelligence coups of the war. "It was a moral obligation to do what you are capable of doing. It was a must. How could you not do it?

Remembering Faye and the network's other victims had been a top priority for Fourcade since the end of the war. On November 23, 1945, a solemn requiem mass in their honor had been said at Sacré Coeur Basilica in Paris, attended by hundreds of French and British mourners.