Quotes About Humility

Pride won't comfort you when you're sad. Pride won't keep you warm on winter nights. Pride won't give you babies and a family of your own.

That first phrase-please bless me, Father, for I have sinned-was so humbling and so total, Matt always felt a kind of absolution as soon as he said it

We are all wrong at some times and to some degree. A person who claims never to have been wrong is simply a person with a very convenient memory.

We cannot stand long in the majesty of God, with all his vast glory shining upon us, without realizing our abject need of deep repentance.

What gentle, loving, and patient creatures we ought to be, when we fully realize what grace does for us.

Suppose for a moment that God began taking from us the many things for which we have failed to give thanks. Which of our limbs and faculties would be left? Would I still have my hands and my mind? And what about loved ones? If God were to take from me all those persons and things for which I have not given thanks, who or what would be left of me?

When I say I know something, I'm right 95% of the time; when I say I DON'T know something, I'm right 100% of the time!

C. S. Lewis once said, "A proud man is always looking down on things and people; and, of course, as long as you're looking down, you can't see something that's above you.

Ah, well, then you've never stood on a beach as the waves came crashing in, the water stretching out from you until it's beyond sight, moving and blue and alive and so much bigger than even the black beyond seems because the ocean hides what it contains." She shakes her head in a happy way. "If you ever want to see how small you are in the plan of God, just stand at the edge of an ocean.

Knowing your own ignorance is the first step to enlightenment.

As I lay there, counting my blessings and broken ribs, Elodin stepped into my field of vision. He looked down at me. "Congratulations," he said. "That was the stupidest thing I've ever seen." His expression was a mixture of awe and disbelief. "Ever.

My father referred to it as "the finest song ever written for fifteen fingers." He made me play it when I was getting too full of myself and felt I needed humbling. Suffice to say I practice it with fair regularity, sometimes more than once a day.

What I personally knew about courting women could comfortably fit into a thimble without taking it off your finger first.

You did not want things for yourself. That made you small. That kept you safe. That meant you could move smoothly through the world without upsetting every applecart you came across. And if you were careful, if you were a proper part of things, then you could help. You mended what was cracked. You tended to the things you found askew. And you trusted that the world in turn would brush you up against the chance to eat. It was the only graceful way to move. All else was vanity and pride.

No one enjoys being talked down to, but I have a particular aversion to it.

She was not vain enough to work her will against the world. But she could use the things the world had given her.

It's quite enough to have a secret. Anything more would be greedy.

You don't really understand the ocean until you are in the midst of it, nothing but ocean on all sides, stretching away endlessly. Only then do you realize how small you are, how powerless.

The poorer you are, the more your pride is worth.

I can tell you of the waves and water, but you don't begin to get an inkling of its size until you stand on the shore. You don't really understand the ocean until you are in the midst of it, nothing but ocean on all sides, stretching away endlessly. Only then do you realize how small you are, how powerless.

Because you are too eager to be properly patient," he said flippantly. "You're too proud to listen properly. And you're too clever by half. That's the worst of it.

And remember: speak least if you would be most often heard.

Porque eres demasiado entusiasta para tener la paciencia necesario -me contestó con ligereza-. Eres demasiado orgulloso para escuchar como es debido. Y eres demasiado listo. Eso es lo peor

Vaig fullejar el registre per buscar el nom del mestre i després vaig retrocedir amb el dit cap al lloc on constrava el títol de l'assignatura, escrit amb tinta negra i fresca: "Introducció a la Manera de no Ser un Ase Estúpid".