Quotes About Pride

The central feature of pride is enmity—enmity toward God and enmity toward our fellowmen. Enmity means "hatred toward, hostility to, or a state of opposition." It is the power by which Satan wishes to reign over us.

The proud cannot accept the authority of God giving direction to their lives. (See Helaman 12:6.) They pit their perceptions of truth against God's great knowledge, their abilities versus God's priesthood power, and their accomplishments against His mighty works.

I did not hesitate to tell them that I not only had the authority of facts, but that it was my conviction that our worst enemy was ourselves, our vanity, our pride and our desire for honor.

Maurice Richard c'est tout le Québec qui est debout. Qui fait peur et qui vit.

She said that war was about one thing and one thing only. False pride and resources.

She was a lady, the real deal, the kind who wouldn't have dreamed of making any apology for themselves, or the way they lived their lives.

Some people think they are worth a lot of money just because they have it.

She'd learned a lot about letting go that past year. About not holding on to the past and embracing what fate had in store. About taking pride in a hard day's work, but also taking time to rest and find peace in the quiet moments of the day. Most of all, she'd learned the importance of spending time with those she loved. She now understood just how precious time was, and that it wasn't promised.

Tacere e struggersi è il castigo più grande che ci possiamo infliggere. A che è servito a me l'orgoglio e non guardarti e farti stare sveglia notte dopo notte? A niente! È servito a buttarmi il fuoco addosso! Perché tu credi che il tempo guarisca e che i muri proteggano, e non è vero, non è vero. Quando le cose arrivano tanto in fondo, non c'è modo di sradicarle!

Empezaría a pensar que me enorgullecería más, si descubrir una verdad o hacer una cosa bella; yo me quedaría con las dos cosas, como si me pusiera dos trajes: un día uno de profesor de psicología y otro de literato.

Mi tristeza era perezosa, pero vivía en mi imaginación con orgullo de poeta incomprendido.

He that would build lastingly must lay his foundation low. The proud man, like the early shoots of a new-felled coppice, thrusts out full of sap, green in leaves, and fresh in colour, but bruises and breaks with every wind, is nipped with every little cold, and, being top-heavy, is wholly unfit for use. Whereas the humble man retains it in the root, can abide the winter?s killing blast, the ruffling concussions of the wind, and can endure far more than that which appears so flourishing.

I know that you will do your best," my father said, handing me my boarding pass. "I know that you will make me proud of you." "I'll try," I said automatically, but I didn't know what to do to make him proud. I kissed and hugged him, whispering, "I promise I'll try.

La pente naturelle, consciente ou inconsciente, de tout humanisme: il grandit l'homme, il l'affranchit, il diminue la part de Dieu, même s'il ne l'oublie pas entièrement. D'une certaine façon, aussi, l'humanisme est toujours contre: contre la soumission exclusive à Dieu, (...) contre tout système qui réduirait la responsabilité de l'homme... Il est revendication perpétuelle. Un fruit de l'orgueil.

Ellos me dijeron que había que amar a la patria, que había que sacrificarse por ella, que había que sentirse orgulloso de sus héroes, que había que respetar el orden del país, que había que denunciar a los traidores, que había que odiar a los enemigos. Tú también me lo dijiste.

There were many people, Brazilians included, who believed such a change was impossible. They saw Brazil as the incorrigible land of the jeitinho, the artful little trick for getting around the system. This word, and the concept behind it, were supposedly intractable parts of our national identity, the products of a society that took deep pride in flaunting the law.

The more highly we think of ourselves, the sorrier we feel for ourselves when we do not get what we know we deserve.

This is the perfect-circle of self-pity and self-love: we deserve to be loved but we are hated because we are so wonderful.

Whenever we are sure that we are among the righteous, we immediately find ourselves among the arrogant.

You don't want to be poor and look poor, too,' they would say; and 'We've got our pride. Yes, we've got our pride.

I'd rather rot on my own floor than be found by a bunch of bingo players in a nursing home.

She was standing at the door defenseless, dressed like a queen and yet completely vulnerable and submissive, her pride relinquished. She had exposed herself in an act of pure courage, and that made him love her even more.

The fighter loses more than his pride in the fight he loses part of his future. He's a step closer to the slum he came from.