Quotes About Modesty

Stay humble. Always answer your phone - no matter who else is in the car.

You gotta know who you are, I think, as a person, I'm a laidback guy. I'm very simple. It's simplicity with me. Everything else, having the 10 cars or the 20 cars is ludicrous.

I have a very tiny house in Burbank. I drive an 8-year-old car. I'm gonna drive it into the ground. I enjoy what I enjoy.

I still think I'm like the poor girl from Colorado who worked three jobs to buy a car. That's still my mentality, so I'll be walking down the street, and I forget what I do and who I am.

I don't have a lavish lifestyle with expensive cars.

It grieves me when I see a priest or a nun with the latest model car.

In the countryside, traditional parents avoid flattery, and the mother's responses were automatic—it was like knocking her knee with a rubber hammer. She didn't want to spoil the child, but there was also the Chinese superstition that pride attracts misfortune.

This is how upstarts succeed—by avoiding arrogance and cultivating modesty. But even more important, they need to demonstrate to the people that the hierarchical social order is preferable to the alternative. In the Roman case, it was the fatigue of persistent internal wars that led to the re-establishment of monarchy. Monarchies

I am weak, small, of no consequence to the universe. It does not notice me; I live on unseen. But why is that bad? Isn't it better that way? Whom the gods notice they destroy. Be small . . . and you will escape the jealousy of the great.

Be small … and you will escape the jealousy of the great.

I'd pray for this above all: that any church set up in your name should remain poor, and powerless, and modest. That it should wield no authority except that of love. That it should never cast anyone out. That it should own no property and make no laws. That it should not condemn, but only forgive.

A guy who advertises his own goodness is just another kind of asshole.

You're not supposed to talk about your good deeds, I know. It effectively negates them and in the process makes people hate you.

In imagining myself as modest, mysterious, and fiercely intelligent, I'm forced to realize that, in real life, I am none of these qualities. Nobody dreams of the things he already has.

He spends a lot of time telling you how smart he is, which is odd because, if you're truly all that bright, people can usually figure it out on their own.

You're not supposed to talk about your good deeds, I know. It effectively negates them and in the process makes people hate you. If there's a disaster, for instance, and someone tells me he donated five thousand dollars to the relief effort—this while I gave a lesser amount, or nothing at all—I don't think, Goodness, how bighearted you are, but, rather, Fuck you for making me look selfish.

No one was dancing, least of all us, because I don't dance in public. My body's a private thing; it doesn't belong to the world at large.

Modesty's no credit to anyone-it's just a social grace.

The world has too few modest fry cooks and far too many self-important professors.

My skirts aren't a theater curtain for you to peep through," she hissed. "Impatient for the show to begin," he answered, unrepentant.

I'm not one who's big on accolades and all those things. I did my job and I'm proud of what I did and how I did it.

I appreciate some of the attention and the accolades, but I typically shy away from it.

I really don't look at my accomplishments. I really don't think about myself much.

I never feel proud of my work and say that this is my biggest achievement.