Quotes About Pride

There is a great distance between encouragement and immodesty.

If Michelangelo was too proud to lean, Vincent wasn't.

I wish I could say I wasn't proud of it-I know I wouldn't be proud of it when I quit being a temporary psychopath, but it wasn't so easy to stop enjoying it, either.

He frowned at her now, studying her face-the sharp jaw and small nose, the high forehead over deep-set eyes, the architecture of pride and knowledge and competence that the sharpness of grief could not diminish.

Poetry, he realized, in watching Will's face. A furious brightness sparked in Kit's breast, equal parts pride and fury. Even now, he comes back with poetry.

Keith let his tail rise cockily, picture of a returning Prince, and trotted down the slope through cold reflected moonlight to his father's door.

Peace, pussycat." There was-Christ-pride in Baines' voice; the tone was enough to make Kit wish he had something in his gut to vomit. "I'd rather burn a cathedral than see thee come to any lasting harm. What a waste of eighteen years' work that would be.

Golden wings, golden eyes, a dream of memory and warmth as Kit dropped to his knees, body clenched around a scream he was still too proud to give voice.

That did it. With his masculine pride completely trampled beneath her sturdy and practical heel, Jack made a vow. The moment this ends, I am going straight up to London to cut a swath through Society that will ensure my place in history alongside Casanova and every other great rake. There won't be a woman's heart safe from my charms.

Those who walk with their heads in the air usually don't see the shit on the ground until they tread in it.

Weep now, but tomorrow be strong. Remember who we are and that whatever else is taken from us, they will never strip our honour and our pride.

I knew that my parents were civil rights partisans. I was proud of the night my father had spent in jail in the 1950s, arrested and charged with "inciting to riot." He and a buddy had stood on a front porch in a white part of town, trying to protect the new black homeowners within from a rock-throwing mob on the lawn. It seemed the Jewish thing to do.

Life causes estrangement enough—why do we add to it out of misplaced pride?

He had discovered that the choice between self-love or love of something other than self offers no escape from suffering either way, it is merely a choice between two woundings, of the pride or of the heart.

Proud folk separate themselves from others, judging them... To criticize others we must hold them from us, at arm's length so to speak. And then before you know where you are you've pushed them away and you're the poorer.

Is independence so bad for one?" asked Daphne. "Nothing worse," said Harriet. "It gives you a wonderful conceit of yourself.

Pride takes a lot of breaking.

What we are made to do we seldom do well, what we do of our own choice we make a success of for very pride.

He had thought of her poise as being that of a woman of experience, and been a little afraid of it, he saw it now as the self-confidence of a girl whose adolescent pride had never been shattered. And now it had been shattered, by humble old Harriet of all people, and they could start again together....

The celestial brightness of Pride and Prejudice is unequalled even in Jane Austen's other work; after a life of much disappointment and grief, in which some people would have seen nothing but tedium and emptiness, she stepped forth as an author, breathing gaiety and youth, robed in dazzling light.

Are you frightened of me?' asked Ironclaw. 'No. Why should I be?' 'I'm very fierce,' said the brazzle, with some pride. ' All brazzles are fierce. They have to be, they guard hoards of gold. And they peck people's eyes out. Only when necessary, you understand.' 'Have you ever pecked someone's eyes out?' Ironclaw looked sheepish. 'No. But I could if I wanted to.' Felix smiled.

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It had been worse when he realised he wanted all of her, the laughter he had destroyed, the unconscious pride and dignity he had trampled and the sweet, innocent passion he had shamed.

Don't those girls know that beneath this goofy exterior is someone honost and generally awesome in every way? I'm a winner dammit