Quotes About Pride

The more primitive a man is the better he believes himself to be.

Tu netr?ci. Dz?v?ba tev? tr?c. Tam nav nek?da sakara ar drosmi. Drosme cilv?kam ir tad, kad tas var pretoties. Viss p?r?jais ir dižošan?s. M?su dz?v?ba ir sapr?t?g?ka nek? m?s paši.

Der Stolz mancher französischer Hoteliers besteht darin, daß sie die Fremden hassen, von denen sie leben.

Stature [was] a powerful lure in this age when pride of place ranked second only to pride of blood.

Another raid followed on January 31, during which nine airships flew as far as Liverpool, along the way sending terrifying shadows scudding across the landscape of Jane Austen's Pride and Prejudice.

I have always been taught to be proud of being Latina, proud of being Mexican, and I was. I was probably more proud of being a label than of being a human being, that's the way most of us were taught.

I have always been taught to be proud of being Latina, proud of being Mexican, and I was. I was probably more proud of being a label than of being a human being, that's the way most of us were taught. Since the day we enter this world we were a label, a number, a statistic, that's just the way it is. Now if you ask me what race I am, like Zlata, I'll simply say, I'm a human being.

ALFRED ADLER (in Ansbacher, 1946, p. 358) "The supreme law [of life] is this: the sense of worth of the self shall not be allowed to be diminished.

the characteristics the modern mind prides itself on are precisely those of madness.

You did not kill the fish only to keep alive and to sell for food, he thought. You killed him for pride and because you are a fisherman. You loved him when he was alive and you loved him after. If you love him, it is not a sin to kill him. Or is it more?

I try not to borrow, first you borrow then you beg.

I think perhaps I can too. But I try not to borrow. First you borrow. Then you beg.

He was too simple to wonder when he had attained humility. But he knew he had attained it and he knew it was not disgraceful and it carried no loss of true pride.

But I think the Great DiMaggio would be proud of me today.

Thank you," the old man said. He was too simple to wonder when he had attained humility. But he knew he had attained it and he knew it was not disgraceful and it carried no loss of true pride.

He had destroyed his talent by not using it, by betrayals of himself and what he believed in, by drinking so much that he blunted the edge of his perceptions, by laziness, by sloth, and by snobbery, by pride and by prejudice, by hook and by crook. What was this? A catalogue of old books? What was his talent anyway? It was a talent all right but instead of using it, he had traded on it. It was never what he had done, but always what he could do.

I wonder why he jumped, the old man thought. He jumped almost as though to show me how big he was. I know now, anyway, he thought. I wish I could show him what sort of man I am. But then he would see the cramped hand. Let him think I am more man than I am and I will be so. I wish I was the fish, he thought, with everything he has against only my will and my intelligence.

I'll kill him though,' he said. 'In all his greatness and his glory.

Too much honor destroys a man quicker than too much of any other fine quality.

He took all his pain and what was left of his strength and his long gone pride and he put it against the fish's agony and the fish came over onto his side and swam gently on his side, his bill almost touching the planking of the skiff and started to pass the boat, long, deep, wide, silver and barred with purple and interminable in the water.

Oh, go to hell. He stood up from the table his face white, and stood there white and angry behind the little plates of hors d' Å"uvres. Sit down, I said. Don't be a fool. You've got to take that back. Oh, cut out the prep-school stuff. Take it back. Sure. Anything. I never heard of Brett Ashley. How's that? No. Not that. About me going to hell. Oh, don't go to hell, I said. Stick around. We're just starting lunch.

You killed him for pride and because you are a fisherman. You loved him when he was alive and you loved him after. If you love him, it is not a sin to kill him. Or is it more?

But I try not to borrow. First you borrow. Then you beg.

Tom," Ara said. "All a man has is pride. Sometimes you have it so much it is a sin. We have all done things for pride that we knew were Impossible. We didn't care. But a man must implement his pride with intelligence and care. Now that you have ceased to be careful of yourself I must ask you to be, please. For us and for the ship.