Quotes About Pride

Geblendet vom Gefühl stolzer Kühnheit, mit dem das erste und unvollständige Wissen den jungen Menschen erfüllt, und begeistert von den Ideen vom Recht der Völker auf Freiheit und des Einzelmenschen auf Vergnügen und Würde, kamen diese Jünglinge aus den großen Städten, von den Gymnasien und Universitäten, auf denen sie lernten.

I'm proud of you, and I love you, Blay said yet again, that old, familiar voice cutting through all of those years of rejection and judgement, giving him not just a rope of acceptance to hang onto, but a flesh-and-blood hand to lead him out of the darkness of his past... And into a future that didn't require lies or excises, because of what he was, and what they were, was both extraordinary--and nothing out of the ordinary. Love, after all, was universal.

That was a charming invitation, she murmured, then arched a brow when the man peeled open his fly patch and wagged his personality at her. Oh, look, kitty. A teeny-tiny little penis. She smiled, leaned just a bit closer. Better take care of it, asshole, or my pussy here might mistake it for a teeny-tiny little mouse and bite it off. It made her feel better to see what there was of his pride and joy shrivel before he closed his flaps.

Not every man can carry a full cup. Sudden elevation frequently leads to pride and a fall. The most exacting test of all to survive is prosperity.

If you find yourself talking about everything you have or showing off by being publicly generous instead of privately, then you have a problem with pride.

You're arrogant, domineering, egotistical, and disdainful of the law." He lifted one amused brow. "And your point would be?

He'd tended her wounds, as she had his, and knew she healed well, healed fast. His resilient, hardheaded cop. But there were parts inside that tough, disciplined body that remained fragile—perhaps always would. And those vulnerable places pulled at him to protect, to comfort, to do anything he could to spare her a bruise or blow. The vulnerability undid him even as the strength brought him pride. And the whole of her brought him love beyond the measuring of it.

When someone believes they're smarter, more talented, just plain more right than anyone else, and they harbor this kind of need, they're very, very dangerous.

And don't climb on your golden horse with me, Roarke. Don't you even start. That would be 'high horse,' Lieutenant.

He knows his father started him on the path of, let's say circumventing the law. That he has a predisposition for violence. He learned how to channel it, as you did. He had a goal – to get out, to have means and power. He accomplished that. Then he found you. He understands where he came from, and I imagine it's part of his pride that he became the kind of man a woman like you would love.

No, it's personal. I said to him I'd never seen joy for me or pride in me shine in my mother's eyes. But that's not altogether true, because I've seen it in yours

Parents always feel the pride, and the responsibility.

Perhaps I could-- She snarled at him, hunched protectively over her unit. You just want to show off. Would I be that small? To cut me down on this, you'd shrink to microscopic.

Mr. Ail-American

God loved me enough to make me aware, at a deep experiential level, of my own pride and sinfulness, and my desperate need for his mercy and continuing work in my life as a believer.

You are perfect the way you are. Blay's voice was strong. There is nothing wrong with who and what you have always been. I'm proud of you. And I love you. Now ... and always. Qhuinn's vision got wavy. Hard-core. I'm proud of you. And I love you, Blay repeated. Always. Forget about your old family ... you have me now. I am your family.

W:At least I'm not pussy-whipped! T:Nice. Fucking. Suit. --Wrath to Tohr

Perfect! Wrath bellowed. And this is a doctor saying it -- I mean, she went to medical school. ... And Dr. Sam told me she's delivered over fifteen thousand babies over the course of her career -- See! Wrath yelled. She knows these things. My son is perfect!

The Brother pulled Craeg to his feet....and embraced him. Good job son. I'm proud of you. Craeg blinked his eyes fast, as if he were tearing up. The he seemed to give up the fight against his emotions by closing his lids, tucking his head and sagging into the Brother's arms. And that, Rhage said in a loud approving voice, is how you do it.

I'm proud of you. And I love you," Blay repeated. "Always. Forget about your old family…you have me now. I am your family.

Pride was an unattractive trait, even if it was well-placed.

She was a mahmen. She was a lover. She was a proud female, a strong female, a female who knew right from wrong, family from stranger, good from evil. She had lived through two birthings and stood up to a Brother just now, and she would take on the King if she had to. She was fallible and could get confused and might well flounder from time to time. But she would survive. That was what the strong did.

At least I'm not pussy-whipped." "Nice. Fucking. Suit.

Even though he couldn't see anything, he felt strong as an ox, big as a mountain, deadly as a cobra—you name the he-man metaphor and he was rocking that shit. It wasn't chauvinistic to want to protect your females. It was appropriate, and not because they couldn't be smart and protect themselves. Females were simply more important than males and always would be, and in the very deepest part of his marrow, he was proud to be in service as a mate and a father to them.