Quotes About Pride

The preachers tell us that pride is a great sin, but the preachers are wrong. Pride makes a man, it drives him, it is the shield wall around his reputation... Men die, they said, but reputation does not die.

For there is in man too: a vaunting pride that needs little sustenance to make it swell to giant size. Improve his lot, and he will forget that which makes him pleasing- his sense of worship, his humility. He will grow poisoned with pride and fancy himself a god...

But these Glen Ridge kids, they were pure gold, every mother's dream, every father's pride. They were not only Glen Ridge's finest, but in their perfection, they belonged to all of us. They were Our Guys.

He could not bear to look up and see the flutter of Union Jacks, and now the red and white cross of the Ulster flag with its red hand.

His worst fault is he thinks his brains entitle him to certain privileges.

The Root of evil Avarice, That damn ill-natur'd baneful vice, Was slave to Prodigality, That Noble Sin; whilst Luxury Employ'd a Million of the Poor, And odious Pride a Million more. Envy it self, and Vanity Were Ministers of Industry; Their darling Folly, Fickleness In Diet, Furniture, and Dress, That strange ridic'lous Vice, was made The very Wheel, that turn'd the Trade.

Weinig mensen kunnen het nalaten zichzelf hoog te achten met betrekking tot de kennis die zij zich eens hebben verworven, zelfs als zijn deze zijn kwijtgeraakt. En als zij niet erg bescheiden en discreet zijn, zullen de onverteerde flarden die zulke mensen zich gewoonlijk van het Latijn herinneren, hen bijna altijd op een of ander moment belachelijk maken voor degenen die er wel goed van op de hoogte zijn.

the humblest man alive must confess, that the reward of a virtuous action, which is the satisfaction that ensues upon it, consists in a certain pleasure he procures to himself by contemplating on his own worth: which pleasure, together with the occasion of it, are as certain signs of pride, as looking pale and trembling at any imminent danger, are the symptoms of fear.

The average man will bristle if you say his father was dishonest, but he will brag a little if he discovers that his great-grandfather was a pirate

I have never been able to discover that there was anything disgraceful in being a colored man. But I have often found it inconvenient—in America.

Park two big boys behind you and you'll stand proud enough.

Vanity is a motive of immense potency.

The fundamental defect of fathers is that they want their children to be a credit to them.

To an eagle or to an owl or to a rabbit, man must seem a masterful and yet a forlorn animal; he has but two friends. In his almost universal unpopularity he points out, with pride, that these two are the dog and the horse. He believes, with an innocence peculiar to himself, that they are equally proud of this alleged confraternity. He says, 'Look at my two noble friends -- they are dumb, but they are loyal.' I have for years suspected that they are only tolerant.

Laura knew the price of motherhood to be pain and responsibility; the reward, love and pride.

Because I was aware of all the mistakes I'd make, because he'd be aware, because pride got in the way, because he was already so much better than me at so many countable things.

For excess breeds hubris, when great prosperity comes to men of unsound mind.16

It was not till I experimented with seeds plucked straight from a growing plant that I had my first success...the first thrill of creation...the first taste of blood. This, surely, must be akin to the pride of paternity...indeed, many soured bachelors would wager that it must be almost as wonderful to see the first tiny crinkled leaves of one's first plant as to see the tiny crinkled face of one's first child.

Because we can't tell others about our accomplishments if we don't know them ourselves.

But you've got swag." "Yes, I do, because I'm from Detroit, and it's in the

But you've got swag." "Yes, I do, because I'm from Detroit, and it's in the water.

If due to ego you think: I shall not fight; this resolve of yours is vain. Your own nature will compel you.

When I knew a thing or two, pride kept me blind. I was a like a rutting buck, mind so stained I imagined "I'm a buddha." Then bit by bit I approached the truly wise-minded and saw myself a fool-- pride was a fever that finally broke.

Pride goeth before destruction, and a haughty spirit before a fall