Quotes About Pride

He had possessed the arrogance of a tall member of a short race, with no obligation save to be tall.

She had caught a cold and it made her voice huskier and more charming than ever and Gatsby was overwhelmingly aware of the youth and mystery that wealth imprisons and preserves, of the freshness of many clothes and of Daisy, gleaming like silver, safe and proud above the hot struggles of the poor.

But I hate to get anywhere by working for it. I'll show the marks, don't you know.

You said a bad driver is only safe until she met another bad driver? Well, I met another bad driver, didn't I? I mean it was careless of me to make such a wrong guess. I thought you were rather an honest, straightforward person. I thought it was your secret pride.

This general eclipse of ambition and determination and fortitude, all of the very qualities on which I have prided myself, is ridiculous, and, I must admit, somewhat obscene.

There are always those to whom all self-revelation is contemptible, unless it ends with a noble thanks to the gods for the Unconquerable Soul.

He hurried the phrase 'educated at Oxord,' or swallowed it, or choked on it, as though it had bothered him before.

Évszázadok telnek még el, mire egy amazon végre képes lesz fölfogni azt a tényt, hogy a férfi kizárólag a büszkeségében sebezhetÅ' meg, de ha ezt egyszer megrobbantják, törékeny lesz az egész ember, akár a tojás.

Man is vulnerable only in his pride, but delicate as Humpty-Dumpty once that is meddled with - though some of them paid the fact a cautious lipservice.

Oh, the enormous conceit of the man!

Ta oli jõudnud ikka, kus surma ei peeta enam viirastuslikuks ootamatuseks, ja kui ta nüüd esimest korda enda ümber ringi vaatas ja kõrget ning nooblit halli ja halli kõrval teisi niisama luksuslikke ruume nägi, hakkas ta kurbusesse segunema aukartus ning uhkus.

You said a bad driver was only safe until she met another bad driver? Well, I met another bad driver, didn't I? I mean it was careless of me to make such a wrong guess. I thought you were rather an honest, straightforward person. I thought it was your secret pride." "I'm thirty," I said. "I'm five years too old to lie to myself and call it honor." She didn't answer. Angry, and half in love with her, and tremendously sorry, I turned away.

Gatsby was overwhelmingly aware of the youth and mystery that wealth imprisons and preserves, of the freshness of many clothes, and of Daisy, gleaming like silver, safe and proud above the hot struggles of the poor.

Tu orgullo es lo único que posees, y si dejas que lo manipule un hombre que tiene que manipular una docena de orgullos antes de almorzar, estás aceptando un montón de decepciones que un profesional hecho y derecho ha aprendido a evitar.

Vous m'avez dit qu'une conductrice imprudente ne risquait rien tant qu'elle ne rencontrait pas de conducteur imprudent. J'en ai rencontré un, vous ne croyez pas? Je veux dire que je me suis mise en danger en faisant une telle erreur de jugement. J'ai cru que vous étiez quelqu'un d'honnête, de loyal. J'ai cru que c'était là votre secret d'orgueil.

Até hoje evito cometer grandes equívocos lembrando, como meu pai orgulhosamente sugeriu e eu orgulhosamente repito, que o senso fundamental de decência é distribuído de forma desigual no nascimento. E, após gabar-me assim da minha tolerância, devo confessar que ela tem limites. Um comportamento pode ser edificado na pedra ou nos pântanos mais lamacentos, mas a partir de certo ponto eu não me importo mais.

Damn, I'm Miss Mississippi!

The club motto was To Toot One's Own Horn is Unattractive.

There is pride in good government.

No hay mayor fatuidad que creerse inmortal en la memoria frágil de los hombres. Gloria al olvido, que siempre triunfa.

Toda a gente que eu conheço e que fala comigo Nunca teve um ato ridículo, nunca sofreu enxovalho, Nunca foi senão príncipe - todos eles príncipes - na vida...

I cultivate hatred of action like a greenhouse flower. I'm proud of myself for dissenting from life.

A doçura de não ter família nem companhia, esse suave gosto como o do exílio, em que sentimos o orgulho do desterro esbater-nos em volúpia incerta a vaga inquietação de estar longe

To belong to something – that's banal. Creeds, ideals, a woman, or profession – nothing but prisons and shackles. To be is to be free. Even ambition is a burden if it is based only on futile pride and passion. We wouldn't be so proud of it if we realized it's just a string by which we're pulled.