Quotes About Humility

Si supiésemos las cosas, jamás cometeríamos errores; pero sólo somos unos pobres animalitos mudos que tanteamos a nuestro alrededor y cometemos toda clase de errores.

Let us endeavor so to live that when we come to die even      the undertaker will be sorry. —Pudd'nhead Wilson's      Calendar

flattened myself out in the dust like a postage stamp

I wasn't feeling so brash as I was before, but kind of ornery, and humble, and to blame, somehow—though I hadn't done nothing. But that's always the way; it don't make no difference whether you do right or wrong, a person's conscience ain't got no sense, and just goes for him anyway.

She was troubled, and said that these honors were not meet for one of her lowly birth and station, and by their kind grace she would remain simple Joan of Arc, nothing more -- and so be called. Nothing more! As if there could be anything more, anything higher, anything greater. My Lady Du Lis -- why, it was tinsel, petty, perishable. But, JOAN OF ARC! The mere sound of it sets one's pulses leaping.

My books are like water; those of the great geniuses are wine. Fortunately everybody drinks water.

Your mother couldn't read, and she couldn't write, nuther, before she died. None of the family couldn't before they died. I can't; and here you're a-swelling yourself up like this.

It's probably possible to gain humility by means other than repeated humiliation, but repeated humiliation works very well.

Maturity, one discovers, has everything to do with the acceptance of 'not knowing'. Of course, not knowing hardly prevents the approaching chaos.

When it is a matter of nature, we rarely find ourselves on familiar ground. At every step, there is something that humiliates and mortifies proud minds

I'm just another stupid human.

No, I'm not a saint, Sophie. I'm just another stupid human.

I am stupid. And kind. Which makes the biggest idiot in the world.

He's been to the brink and come back. I guess when you lose your pride, even for just a moment, you realise how much it means to you.

No, Sophie, no soy un santo. Solo otro estúpido ser humano.

Soy un imbécil. No, papá. Sólo eres un hombre.

Soy idiota. [...] Y amable. Lo que me convierte en el mayor imbécil del mundo.

No, I'm not a saint, Sophie. I'm just another stupid human." We smile a last smile, and I walk away. I feel her watching me, but I don't look back.

The stars are so big, The Earth is so small, Stay as you are.

Emma, I want to tell you something about being right: being right is much harder than on a person than being wrong.

She didn't use the misery of others to cultivate her own smugness, true, but at least I didn't go about eating all their food.

Ten thousand fools proclaim themselves into obscurity, while one wise man forgets himself into immortality.

The Western arrogance of feeling that it has everything to teach others and nothing to learn from them is not just.

Third, we must not seek to defeat or humiliate the enemy but to win his friendship and understanding. At times we are able to humiliate our worst enemy. Inevitably, his weak moments come and we are able to thrust in his side the spear of defeat. But this we must not do. Every wood and deed must contribute to an understanding with the enemy and release those vast reservoirs of goodwill that have been blocked by impenetrable walls of hate.