Quotes About Pride

What is called family pride is often founded on the illusion of self-love. A man wishes to perpetuate and immortalize himself.

When the inhabitant of a democratic country compares himself individually with all those about him, he feels with pride that he is the equal of any one of them; but when he comes to survey the totality of his fellows, and to place himself in contrast to so huge a body, he is instantly overwhelmed by the sense of his own insignificance and weakness.

There is no Indian so wretched as not to retain under his hut of bark a lofty idea of his personal worth;

As the American participates in all that is done in his country, he thinks himself obliged to defend whatever may be censured; for it is not only his country which is attacked upon these occasions, but it is himself. The consequence is, that his national pride resorts to a thousand artifices, and to all the petty tricks of individual vanity.

Whatever may be the general endeavor of a community to render its members equal and alike, the personal pride of individuals will always seek to rise above the line, and to form somewhere an inequality to their own advantage.

The highest places are always slippery: Men's eyes dazzle when they are carried up to them; and falls from them are mortal. Few kings or tyrants, says Juvenal, go down to the grave in peace...

Coriolanus'] violence and pride overbalanced his services; and he that would submit to no law, was justly driven out from the society which could subsist only by law.

I didn't want to be prideful anymore. I wanted to be as hard as and brittle as the stones I carted into the woods. Stones that could not feel or cry or see. I wished not to feel anything at all. In no time, what I wished for, I became.

I saw the end of his life right there in that single moment. His pride, his decency, his secrets, his death.

Pride is a funny thing; it can make what is truly worthless appear to be a treasure. As soon as you let go of it, pride shrinks to the size of a fly, but one that has no head, and no tail, and no wings with which to lift itself off the ground.

People who think you can't will certain things into being with the power of your pride are fools, plain as that.

We're not so enamored of the priesthood as some," my mother said, washing the dishes after the priest had come for tea, blushing with pride, but also holding her lips in such a way that made it clear she was not going to go overboard—as she would have put it—with her delight in Gabe's success. There were just as many men in rectories, she said, who were vain or lazy or stupid as there were in the general population.

The grandiose person is never really free; first, because he is excessively dependent on admiration from others, and second, because his self-respect

So what about me? Would I always have to find a high horse? The moral relish, the rising above, the being in the right, which can make me flaunt my losses.

I did not understand why Alfrida looked at him with such a fiercely encouraging smile. All of my experience of a woman with men, of a woman listening to her man, hoping and hoping that he will establish himself as somebody she can reasonably be proud of, was in the future.

The red velvet material was hard to work with, it pulled, and the style my mother had chosen was not easy either. She was not really a good sewer. She liked to make things; that is different. Whenever she could she tried to skip basting and pressing and she took no pride in the fine points of tailoring, the finishing of buttonholes and the overcasting of seams as, for instance, my aunt and my grandmother did.

Quienes recibían las visitas iban en sillas de ruedas, cojeaban apoyados en un bastón o caminaban con rigidez, sin ayuda, a la cabeza de la procesión, orgullosos del logro pero con la mirada perdida o babeando irremisiblemente por el esfuerzo.

particular kind of proud when they walk into a bar if they think about Bullock and all he knew about altering perception to improve reality.

She was Detroit born, and Detroit bred, and when she died, she'd be Detroit-dead. She might not have much, but she had enough.

Black Bottom is walking tall, chin up, fist balled, brain firing on all cylinders. Black Bottom folk got steel in their spines, steel in their jaws, and steel in their will. But it wasn't always an attitude. Before it was razed, it was a place.

Há qualquer faceta em todos nós que deseja uma medalha por aquilo que temos feito. Essa faceta deseja ser apreciada.

I look over at him too. For such a little man, he all puff up. Look like all he can do to stay in his chair.

We are not white. We are not Europeans. We are black like the Africans themselves. And that we and the Africans will be working for a common goal: the uplift of black people everywhere.

He is a beautiful young man, Celie. Tall and broad-shouldered, with a deep, thoughtful voice. Did I tell you he writes verses? And loves to sing? He's a son to make you proud.