Quotes About Pride

To the militant, identity is everything.

Women may be vain, but when a man is vain, it is beyond believing, for a man is willing to die for his vanity.

A kid deserved to take pride and joy in his identity.

So much of a parent's identity was wrapped up in the child: love, pride, self-worth, validation. It was an unfair burden on a small human being, but every child bore it, the lofty, seemingly unreachable expectations of her parents.

In 1819 the proudest man in all of England was, without a doubt, the Duke of Wellington. This was not particularly surprising; when a man has twice defeated the armies of the wicked French Emperor, Napoleon Bonaparte, it is only natural that he should have a rather high opinion of himself.

Cat Ellington is the Bo Jackson of the creative arts. Everything she does, she does extremely well. And I'm proud of her. I'm proud to say that a woman as beautiful and gifted as she is has a solid place in both my personal and professional lives.

The only thing that counted to her was her own opinion of herself. If that became smirched or spoiled there would be nothing left.   And

One of the best temporary cures for pride and affection is seasickness; a man who wants to vomit never puts on airs.

No one can disgrace us but ourselves.

The more humble a man is before God the more he will be exalted; the more humble he is before man, the more he will get rode roughshod.

You know that thing about Death Be Not Proud? Well, Fear Be Not Proud either. And Fear Be Not Elegant. What Fear be is stumbling, bumbling flight, crashing through brush, slip-sliding on pine needles, sloshing through puddles that are always deeper than you expect.

He wore his averageness lightly, almost proudly, like a transparent scholar's gown, underneath which he was nakedly an administrator.

I won't pretend that I've arrived at humble orthodoxy. When I gain a bit of theological knowledge, I all too frequently get puffed up with pride. But I'll tell you what deflates my arrogance and self-righteousness faster than anything else: trying to live whatever truth I have.

Probably. Parents are engineered to be proud.

a first severe episode of depression: people who struggle to recover take some pride in their ability to have overcome such a dismal time. If a second severe episode hits, it can be much worse. "Depression is the most difficult when people get better and then get sick again," says the psychiatrist Nassir Ghaemi.

Were all gentlemen so competitive that they wanted to win, regardless of the prize?

Nothing so obstinately stands in the way of all sorts of progress as pride of opinion. While nothing is so foolish and baseless.

But it has been my way—as a woman, but also as a writer—to speak of the kinds of human experience so many of us are taught to believe we should keep hidden. I am speaking here of those so-called "shameful" emotions like envy, anger, self-pity, vanity, pride—the moments I believe all of us experience in which we display our least heroic but possibly most human selves. Over my many years as a writer, I

self-righteousness flows with great solemnity

Estoy solo y me estoy muriendo de frío en una pensión de la calle Piedras, en Santa María, en cualquier madrugada, solo y arrepentido de mi soledad como si la hubiera buscado, orgulloso como si la hubiera merecido.

Lo que cava La sangre corcovea en todos los rincones, en el alma superior, en su orgullo, en los perros con olor a furia. El ser amado convierte la humillación en asombro y vengo aquí para decir que te amo. El domingo del payaso prueba la desolación. La emoción contra la pared espera que la fusilen. Nuestros cuerpos conocen esa pared. Es una atadura del sol que cava y cava.

No es cierto que en un duelo de miradas pierda el primero que la aparte. Quien pierde es el que, ante la inmediatez de su derrota, aparta la vista para impedir que su adversario la vea reflejada en sus ojos.

En vez de querer ser algo a toda costa —pertenecer a una patria, a una tradición, reconocerse en una clase, en un nombre, en una posición social, tal vez hoy en día no pueda haber mas orgullo legítimo que el de reconocerse como nada, como menos que nada, fruto misteriosos de contingencia, producto de combinaciones inextricables que igualan a todo lo viviente en la misma presencia fugitiva y azarosa.

Muy achacado Etchenike, con los riñones marchitos a patadas, una ceja partida y el orgullo como una especie de trapo que llevaba pegado a los zapatos, arrastrándolo por la calle sin convicción ni esperanzas de llegar a ninguna parte.