Quotes About Pride

Patriotism, that least discerning of passions. - The Shape of the Sword

Your unforgivable sins do not allow you to see my splendor.

La derrota tiene una dignidad que la ruidosa victoria no merece

La gloria é una forma di incomprensione, forse la peggiore.

Dicen que lo parió un fatigado vientre irlandés, pero se crió entre negros. En ese caos de catinga y de motas gozó el primado que conceden las pecas y una crencha rojiza. Practicaba el orgullo de ser blanco; también era esmirriado, chúcaro, soez.

Pablo ha escrito: "El que se gloría, gloríese en el Señor" (I, Corintios 1:31); Judas buscó el Infierno, porque la dicha del Señor le bastaba. Pensó que la felicidad, como el bien, es un atributo divino y que no deben usurparlo los hombres.2

Altri si vantino dei libri che hanno scritto, io mi glorio di quelli che ho letto.

you whites are so great that you disdain to remember your enemies.

secrecy is a hotbed of vanity

Painted by a gentle dawn one is proud that like one's own planet now one will not wince at what one is facing, since putting up with nothing whose company we cannot lose hardens rocks and -rather fast- hearts as well. But rocks will last.

Der gewöhnliche Sterbliche ist nicht nur zufrieden, sondern geradezu stolz, daß er innerhalb der etablierten Grenzen bleibt, und die geläufigen Ansichten tun das ihre, sein Zagen schon vor dem ersten Schritt ins Unerforschte zu bestätigen.

The hero, whether god or goddess, man or woman, the figure in a myth or the dreamer of a dream, discovers and assimilates his opposite (his own unsuspecting self) either by swallowing it or by being swallowed. one by one the resistences are broken. he must put aside his pride, his virtue, beauty, and life, and bow or submit to the absolutely intolerable. Then he finds that he and his opposite are not of differing species, but one flesh.

Land of hope and glory, mother of the free,How shall we extol thee, who are born of thee?Wider still and wider shall thy bounds be set;God, who made thee mighty, make theemightier yet.

Desperately brave generals are often frightened of mice. Sometimes they even boast of their little weakness.

How far apart are she and I! I and the lady of my heart; I yearn in love; she passes by Too proud one kind word to impart. For she left me here to moan, Gold set her fragile thought astray; But, came she in her shift along, I'd take her to my heart today. How lightly on her spirit lies The love that crushes my poor heart! And, ah, she mocks my miseries How far are she and I apart!

It was lucky for the pride of men that few traveled with their wives to Oregon. They'd never quite believe again a woman was to look at but not to listen to.

At least I've had a man," Leah snapped. "And I've got a college degree and own a business, while you're serving coffee at your aunt's coffee shop. You want to continue keeping score of who's doing what, go right ahead, but I've got work to do.

The troubles of our proud and angry dust are from eternity, and shall not fail.

Where is the pain when your pride is wounded? And why do we say that: wounded? There is no gash, no blood, not even a scratch. Which part of us hurts? The brain cells? The neurons? What, for goodness' sake, what?

Man in his usual perversity turns the footstool into a throne from whence he would feign direct the Almighty as to what He ought to do, giving the onlooker the impression that if God had half the compassion that those who pray (?) have, all would quickly be right

It is easier to give than to receive, is that it? Pride is a sin, Father

Do we not realize that self respect comes with self reliance?

How difficult the task to quench the fire and the pride of private ambition, and to sacrifice ourselves and all our hopes and expectations to the public weal! How few have souls capable of so noble an undertaking! How often are the laurels worn by those who have had no share in earning them! But there is a future recompense of reward, to which the upright man looks, and which he will most assuredly obtain, provided he perseveres unto the end.

I feel just like the boy who stubbed his toe–too damned badly hurt to laugh and too damned proud to cry!