Quotes About Pride

Forgiveness requires a sacrifice of pride. A humbling of the spirit. An increase of selfless love. A time when you allow others' feelings to be more important than your own.

I know it sounds silly, but I'm proud of myself. I guess for living a brave life.

People like to see a king uncrowned, like to see a thoroughbred racehorse beaten when he's running at the top of his form and has outrun everything in sight. They wanted to see that the king, the top dog, the best man, has a flaw, can be beaten like them, is vulnerable like them, can be defeated, unfrocked, uncrowned, knocked down, and thus brought right down to their level.

We might have been friends, if you had had a slightly lower set of standards, if your judgements of people had been less unkind, less critical; if that outer layer of pride had not been so prickly, so impenetrable.

I should be proud to have my memory graced,but only if the monument be placed…here, where I endured three hundred hoursin line before the implacable iron bars.

But on that pale hand is no ring of mine, To no one will I give it, ever. The new moon's golden beam forged it for me, And slipping it on in my sleep, whispered to me entreatingly; 'Treasure this gift, be proud of the dream!' I won't give the ring to anyone, ever.

But on that pale hand is no ring of mine, To no one will I give it, ever. The new moon's golden beam forged it for me, And slipping it on in my sleep, whispered to me entreatingly; "Treasure this gift, be proud of the dream!" I won't give the ring to anyone, ever.

With pride your spirit is darkened For this you won't know the world at all. You say that this faith is a dream And mirage is this capital. You say that my country is sinful, Your country is godless, I scream. May the guilt still lie upon us -- We can correct and redeem. Around you are water and flowers Why seek a beggar and sinner, my dear? I know that you're sick very badly: You seek death and the end you fear.

With pride your spirit is darkened For this you won't know world at all. You say that this faith is a dream And mirage is this capital. You say that my country is sinful, Your country is godless, I scream. May the guilt still lie upon us -- We can correct and redeem. Around you are water and flowers Why seek a beggar and sinner, my dear? I know that you're sick very badly: You seek death and the end you fear.

I am stubbornly proud of my sexuality. To anyone who has looked down on me from a moral high ground , I say, "I am not a lady. Never have been, don't care to be." I have flirted unabashedly. I've been hungry and demanding; I've told more than a few lovers how to pleasure me in no uncertain terms.

I look forward to leaving here in a week with both pride and virtue intact." "And I look forward to nights of untold rapture in your arms, my dear Miss Forsythe.

But, you see, if being an intellectual means you like to learn, that you're curious and attentive and can admire things and be moved by them and try to understand how it all hangs together, and try to go to bed a bit less stupid than the day before, well, then yes: not only am I an intellectual but I'm proud to be one. Really proud, even.

si être intello ça veut dire aimer s'instruire, être curieux, attentif, admirer, s'émouvoir, essayer de comprendre comment tout ça tient debout et tenter de se coucher un peu moins con que la veille, alors oui, je le revendique totalement : non seulement je suis une intello, mais en plus je suis fière de l'être... Vachement fière, même...

Being 'Ukrainian', for the hordes of patriotic young people manning a starburst of new charities and campaign groups in the capital, is not about what your surname is or what language you speak. It is about making a moral choice, about wanting a decent country and being a decent person. They are proud that the Ukrainian journalist who initiated the Maidan is Afghan by background, and that the first two demonstrators shot dead by police were ethnically Belarussian and Georgian.

Would you take credit for someone else's achievement when you had nothing to do with that achievement?" Ilya asked. "No." "Then don't take credit for someone else's mistakes.

If I am a fool, he said, Then let me be a great fool and not a small one.

Irina harbors a resentment, almost an outright hatred of the West. She is a proud Russian

women who saved their families because men were less ready to bury their pride and do whatever job

The duke's eyes were dark, but there was a glaze there. Pride in his dark son.

Her pride had once been a mile wide. So fierce and strong that she'd thought she could survive on the trait alone. The constant ache in her belly, the desperation, Kenny's fate...all had shown her otherwise.

Come on, say it again. I'm a perfect devil. Tell me how bad I am. It makes me feel so good!

Come on, say it again. I'm a perfect devil. Tell me how bad I am. It makes me feel so good!

blaming others for their bad results and failing to give them credit for their good ones is under the influence of ego.

Peut-être sa plus grande fierté, ou même, la justification de son existence: que j'appartienne au monde qui l'avaint dédaigné.