Quotes About Pride

The bigger it bloats, the harder it falls.

For, as Cicero says, even those who argue against fame still want the books they write against it to bear their name in the title and hope to become famous for despising it. Everything else is subject to barter: we will let our friends have our goods and our lives if need be; but a case of sharing our fame and making someone else the gift of our reputation is hardly to be found. Montaigne, 1533-1592

Los errores suelen perdo- narse, pero el desprecio nunca. Nues- tro orgullo lo recuerda para siem- pre. (Lord Chesterfield, 1694-1773)

The better you feel about yourself, the less you feel the need to show off.

An excess of simplicity, after all, was just another form of ostentation, and pride in one's humility a sin.

more enemies, more honour.

He felt a sudden exultation in his singularity. Well, damn the world for its superstition.

Sandar came to stand beside him, frowning down at the crumpled High Lord. He does not look so mighty lying there, he said wonderingly. He does not look so much greater than me.

Lord Rand, Nynaeve snorted. That young man is growing too big for his breeches. When I get my hand on him, I'll lord him.

The old blood is indeed still strong in the Two Rivers.

Domon would learn; even when a woman needed help, if she did not want it, she made you pay for giving it.

I'm no lord. I've more respect for myself than that.

There was a difference between being proud of a grand fireplace in your hall and walking into the flames.

I just want my father to be proud of me.

Las heridas infligidas al orgullo se recuerdan mucho más tiempo que las del cuerpo.

Far Dareis Mai carries my honor.

Yes. He was doing the same thing as before. And yet, something had changed. He would see her protected so that she could do great things. He would stand in her shadow and be proud. He would do as she asked—but would see her safe no matter what. Because that was what a Warder did.

A drum with no head," Easar said softly, flicking his horse's reins. "A pump with no grip. A song with no voice. Still it is mine. Still it is mine.

Any effort that has self-glorification as its final endpoint is bound to end in disaster.

Iedere inspanning die zelfverheerlijking tot uiteindelijk doel heeft, moet op een ramp uitdraaien.

The one thing that remains permanently behind the times, especially because it prides itself on its steadfastness, is the human heart, most of all that of the conscientious man. The mind is never so hard, dry, and twisted as when it has a slight chronic heart condition.

Er blätterte in den dicken, alten Alben mit Lichtbildern seiner Familie, [...], und je näher er den Anfängen dieser neuen Bildkunst zu blätterte, desto stolzer, kam ihm vor, hatten sich die Menschen ihr dargeboten.

Although both my grandfathers encountered ethnic prejudice, they viewed this as an aberration—a failure of some Americans to live up to the nation's ideals. It did not dawn on them to blame the bad behavior of some Americans on America itself. On the contrary, America in their eyes was a land of unsurpassed blessing. It was a nation of which they were proud and happy to become citizens.

There ain't anything worth doing a man can do and keep his dignity.