Quotes About Pride

Xcor closed his eyes for the longest time. And then…he slowly sank onto both knees. For some reason, seeing him thus brought her to tears. But then witnessing a proud male submit, even under these circumstances, was emotional. Wrath

Just so we're clear, I am not going to apologize to anyone for being a waitress. Work is work. You do everything the best you can, and it doesn't matter what it is.

El ego, después de todo, era la raíz de todo mal.

eaning down, it became amply clear that Rhamp had deployed the hot bomb. And Qhuinn had to admit, as he undid the buckle and got the kid back out, that he kind of respected the effort, man to man. Yeah, no pussy loads for his son. The boy dropped that shit like he owned it. Um … literally. Yeah.

Both males took a deep breath. And then Wrath put his hand on top of Xcor's head, as if in benediction. Looking up, the King sought Layla out with his blind eyes. "You should be proud of your male. This is no small thing for a warrior." She brushed at her eyes. "Yes." Wrath

You are the son other mothers may only wish for." "How can that possibly be true," he said softly. "How can it not." -Rehv's mother and Rehv

I told you I believed in you, win or lose, I was going to be in the stands cheering for you tonight.

I respect you far too much to think that empty pride is the only motivator you could call on. I think what you call pride is something much more than that. Belief in yourselves, perhaps, or perseverance in the face of adversity. Those are things to be proud of. That's not the same as being proud.

It always makes me proud to love the world somehow- hate's so easy compared.

I took a straight picture that made me look like a thirty-year-old Italian who'd kill anybody who said something against his mother.

I am young now and can look upon my body and soul with pride. But it will be mangled soon, and later it will begin to disintegrate, and then I shall die, and die conclusively. How can we face such a fact, and not live in fear?

All the souls to explore! - It's not so necessary to love , really, as it is to settle something deep with all of those who really matter. Love and hate are the same things, differently sifted through personal... pride , or what have you... personal pride or even just personal-ness.

For the pride of trace and trail was his, and sick unto death, he could not bear that another dog should do his work.

He was a killer, a thing that preyed, living on the things that lived, unaided, alone, by virtue of his own strength and prowess, surviving triumphantly in a hostile environment where only the strong survived. Because of all this he became possessed of a great pride in himself, which communicated itself like a contagion to his physical being.

His eyes were likewise greeted by White Fang, but about the latter there were no signs of shame nor guilt. He carried himself with pride, as though, forsooth, he had achieved a deed praiseworthy and meritorious. There was about him no consciousness of sin.

And there were easements and satisfactions. To have a full stomach, to doze lazily in the sunshine–such things were remuneration in full for his ardours and toils, while his ardours and tolls were in themselves self-remunerative. They were expressions of life, and life is always happy when it is expressing itself. So the cub had no quarrel with his hostile environment. He was very much alive, very happy, and very proud of himself.

I'm a different person who's not my father or my mother. I want to be treated differently from them. I am myself, Twinkle Khanna. I am proud of being the daughter of such illustrious parents, but I would not like to be compared with them time and again.

I'm proud of a lot of things I've said on Twitter.

There are two kinds of pride, both good and bad. 'Good pride' represents our dignity and self-respect. 'Bad pride' is the deadly sin of superiority that reeks of conceit and arrogance.

The Falklands thing was a fight between two bald men over a comb.

My mum, Jennie Buckman, was a north London Jew who, with my dad, proudly chose to raise me and my two brothers in Hackney.

So in our pride we ordered for breakfast an omelet, toast and coffee and what has just arrived is a tomato salad with onions, a dish of pickles, a big slice of watermelon and two bottles of cream soda.

Sometimes I feel like I'm two people. I'm proud of who I am as a person, but I do want to be at a healthy weight.

My Number 1 Award is going to go on my mantelpiece, and I'll probably kiss it for two weeks solid every time I pass it!