Quotes About Pride

A lion may die of an ass's kick.

It's not enough to have talent, you also have to be Hungarian.

Death that makes nature quake with dread! today we are gods, tomorrow dust, creatures of poverty and pride, today hope fondly flatters us, tomorrow – man, where are you now? Your hours have barely fled away into the pit of chaos, your time fades like a dream at the new day.

I don't believe I ever saw an Oklahoman who wouldn't fight at the drop of a hat -- and frequently drop the hat himself.

Man had to hang on to his pride.

Though we choose greatly, still to lack The lasting memory at all clear, That life has for us on the wrack Nothing but what we somehow chose; Thus are we wholly stripped of pride In the pain that has but one close, Bearing it crushed and mystified.

the essence of life here, Though we choose greatly, still to lack The lasting memory at all clear, That life has for us on the wrack Nothing but what we somehow chose; Thus are we wholly stripped of pride In the pain that has but one close, Bearing it crushed and mystified.

Ignorance and power and pride are a deadly mixture, you know.

I get tired of hearing it's a crummy world and that people are no damned good. What kind of talk is that? I know a place in Payette, Idaho, where a cook and a waitress and a manager put everything they've got into laying a chicken-fried steak on you.

Ignorance and power and pride are a deadly mixture, you know." ? Robert Fulghum, All I Really Need to Know I Learned in Kindergarten

Self-respect, courage, and integrity look good ona man.

It was perhaps the most conceited song that any animal ever composed. 'The world has held great Heroes

And let each one of the crowd try and shout it very loud, In honour of an animal of whom you're justly proud, For it's Toad's—great—day!

Toad] got so puffed up with conceit that he made up a song as he walked in praise of himself, and sang it at the top of his voice, though there was no one to hear it but him. It was perhaps the most conceited song that any animal ever composed.

Deciding to do something and going past whatever the goal was that you set is a major mental achievement. You get to feel proud of yourself for completing something. You feel good for successfully controlling yourself and doing something positive.

People in the countryside carry a sense of dignity. They wear it, don't they? Like a badge? I'm being genuine.

I may not agree with all or even most of the tribal traditions, but it seems ti me that, out there, people live more authentic lives. They have a sturdiness about them. A refreshing humility. Hospitality too. And resilience. A sense of pride.

Baba dropped the stack of food stamps on her desk. Thank you but I don't want, Baba said. I work always. In Afghanistan I work, in America I work. Thank you very much, Mrs. Dobbins, but I don't like it free money....Baba walked out of the welfare office like a man cured of a tumor.

By the time we're twenty, Hasina used to say, Giti and I, we'll have pushed out four, five kids each. But you, Laila, you'll make us two dummies proud. You're going to be somebody. I know one day I'll pick up a newspaper and find your picture on the front page.

When Laila saw the article, she'd thought of her childhood friends Giti and Hasina, and Hasina saying, By the time we're twenty, Giti and I, we'll have pushed out four, five kids each. But you, Laila, you'll make us two dummies proud. You're going to be somebody. I know one day I'll pick up a newspaper and find your picture on the front page.

Eres un hombre honorable, Amir agha. Un verdadero afgano. —Me encogí interiormente—. Me siento orgulloso de hospedarte esta noche en mi casa —dijo Wahid.

A jeep honked and Tariq whistled back, beaming and waving cheerfully. Lovely guns! he yelled. Fabulous jeeps! Fabulous army! Too bad you're losing to a bunch of peasants firing slingshots!

Recordé algo que en una ocasión Baba había mencionado sobre los pastunes. «Puede que seamos cabezotas, y sé que somos excesivamente orgullosos, pero, en un momento de necesidad, créeme que no hay nadie mejor que un pastún a tu lado.»

I'm no damn good at this," she says slowly, almost shyly, "but what I'm getting around to telling you is, you've turned out good. You've made me proud, Markos.