Quotes About Pride

When he finished, more triumphant stories rainbowed around the room riding the shoulders of laughter. By all accounts these storytellers, born Black and male before the turn of the twentieth century, should have been ground into useless dust. Instead they used their intelligence to pry open the door of rejection and not only became wealthy but got some revenge in the bargain. It wasn't possible for me to regard them as criminals or be anything but proud of their achievements.

No, you learned that you have power—power and determination. I love you and I am proud of you. With those two things, you can go anywhere and everywhere.

It was understood that I didn't lie because I was too proud to be caught and forced to admit that I was capable of less than Olympian action.

Their marriage was a happy one. Grandfather had a famous saying that caused great pride in his family: "Bah Jesus, I live for my wife, my children and my dog." He took extreme care to prove that statement true by taking the word of his family even in the face of contradictory evidence.

I was no longer simply a member of the proud graduating class of 1940; I was a proud member of the wonderful, beautiful Negro race.

If you ever wake up and see the light and decide you want me back? You're going to have to crawl.

The arrogant man probably thought his path to heaven was already assured, and that he acted in accordance to God's will just by breathing.

Look at our boy.

Trying to drown me, woman?" "You can't drown a SEAL," she taunted. "How embarrassing would that be?" "God yes," he muttered. "Shoot me, hang me, let me die of infection from a hangnail, but don't let me die in the water. They'd send me to hell on principle.

Biography is often a transparent contest for possession.

In a way, I was incrediibly proud of her (not that I had any intention of letting it show while I was beating the crap out of her).

This is not to say that I wasn't completely repulsed. I mean, I wasn't exactly proud that my stepbrother was in there tongue wrestling with the second stupidest person in our class, after himself.

Maybe that's my secret talent. I have the amazing ability to resemble a snowdrop. My parents must be so proud.

Being six feet off the ground does give one a sense of superiority.

The king shouted I think I've broken something!!! Nothing important, I'm sure. she called back My pride!!! She laughed.

You think you're too good for me, don't you, National Scholar. But you're just a mail-order bride and that's all you are. I can't believe my brother hasn't seen through you. You should have been long gone by now.

I'm terrified. But for the first time in many months, I don't want to throw up. I don't want to cut myself. I just want to be. I just want to exist in the moment, the unbearable moment, because I can finally accept who I am. I can be proud of what I created.

Tuo padre e tua madre non vorrebbero che tu incolpassi loro per averti lasciata sola. Come pensi che si sentirebbero? Vorrebbero che tu fossi felice. Che tu vivessi e ti divertissi. Pensa a quanto sarebbe orgogliosa tua madre per la tua promozione. Pensa a quanto sarebbe orgoglioso tuo padre del fatto che avevi messo tutta te stessa nel rapporto con Timothy. Loro sono lassù a fare il tifo per te.

That's her secret, I suppose. Everything that happens to her she's proud of. She makes it special by it happening to her.

I shall live alone. Always alone. In a house or a tree.' Fuchsia started to chew at a fresh grass blade. 'Someone will come then, if I live alone. Someone from another kind of world - a new world - not from this world, but someone who is different, and he will fall in love with me at once because I live alone and aren't like the other beastly things in this world, and he'll enjoy having me because of my pride.

His staff had shaken hands with her as though a woman was merely another kind of man. Fools! The seeds of Eve were in this radiant creature. The lullabyes of half a million years throbbed in her throat. Had they no sense of wonder, no reverence, no pride?

He watched her almost with indifference -for it was all in the past-and even the present was nothing to the pride of his memory.

Must one suffer eternally, or eternally flee from beauty? Nature, pitiless enchantress, always victorious rival, let me be! Tempt no longer my desires and my pride! The study of beauty is a duel in which the artist screams with fear before being vanquished.

Once you commit to your goal, don't get swayed by the temporary lure of creature comforts and easy feelings - instead, keep focused, and remember the pain never lasts for ever, but the pride in having followed your calling will.