Quotes About Pride

Even if I had convinced him that he was wrong, his pride would have made it difficult for him to back down and give in.

It is not a bad exercise for a man to sit quiet once in a while and watch the workings of his mind and heart and notice how often he can find himself favoring five or six of the seven deadly sins, and especially the first of those sins, which is named pride. — CARL SANDBURG AMERICAN POET

So the call to "give an account" is, first, not a call to beat unwilling people into intellectual submission, but to be the servant of those in need, often indeed the servant of those who are in the grip of their own intellectual self-righteousness and pride, usually reinforced by their social surroundings.

The sad truth is that people can be just as arrogant from belief, commitment, various associations, or simple egotism as from claimed knowledge.

This "world" is marked by three spiritual dynamics that John identifies as "the lust of the flesh, the lust of the eyes, and the pride of life" (1 John 2:16).

the desires of the flesh, the desires of the eyes, and the pride of life.

JESUS' TEMPTATION EVE'S TEMPTATION THE WORLD Turning stones into bread Good for food Desire of the flesh Jumping off the temple Pleasant to the eyes Desire of the eyes Political power and glory Desirable to make one wise The pride of life

Now, as St. Augustine saw long ago, the opposite of love is pride. Love eliminates pride because its will for the good of the other nullifies our arrogant presumption that we should get our way. We are concerned for the good of others and assured that our good is taken care of without self-will. Thus pride and fear and their dreadful offspring no longer rule our life as love becomes completed in us.

Their desire for such honor was keeping them from believing, because you cannot hold the esteem of others to that degree of importance and at the same time believe that God is who he is. It is not possible. As long as people are hung up on honor from other people—reputation, appearing well—they cannot truly believe and trust God.

Sienna frowned. "Pride, greed, lust, envy, gluttony, wrath, and sloth." Langdon was impressed. "You know Latin." "I grew up Catholic. I know sin.

I don't care if he's the prince," she fired back.

Tak seorang pun yang lebih angkuh daripada orang yang percaya bahwa dirinya kebal dari marabahaya dunia.

Celia died on a crystal clear Sunday morning in June. Michael Tolland felt like a ship torn from its moorings and thrown adrift in a raging sea, his compass smashed. For weeks he spun out of control. Friends tried to help, but his pride could not bear their pity. You have a choice

Los más arrogantes en vida son los más temerosos cuando se aproxima la muerte".

No man is more prideful than he who believes himself immune to the dangers of the world.

Stand as I did after throwing the switch, a murderer, a betrayer, but still proud, feet firmly planted on Hyperion's shifting sand, head held high, fist raised against the sky, crying "A plague on both your houses!

My intellect was my greatest vanity.

Hunt shook his head and quit writing. "I don't understand. You can become this Ã¢â'¬Â¦ messiah Ã¢â'¬Â¦ by leaving your deathbed?" The pale oval of Keats's face moved back and forth on the pillow in a motion which might have been a substitute for laughter. "We all could have, Hunt. Humankind's folly and greatest pride. We accept our pain. We make way for our children. That earned us the right to become the God we dreamed of.

the idle arrogance common to such nobodies who have just come into a small bit of power.

Never give up a possible advantage for a moment of ego gratification

That they're no longer ashamed to sin, and but are ashamed to repent; no longer ashamed of the motion for which they ought justly to be esteemed fools, however are ashamed of the returning, which only can make them be esteemed smart men.

Thus blinded by my own vanity, I threw away the only opportunity I then had to have effectually settled my fortunes, and secured them for this world; and I am a memorial to all that shall read my story, a standing monument of the madness and distraction which pride and infatuations from hell run us into, how ill our passions guide us, and how dangerously we act when we follow the dictates of an ambitious mind.

This is written in miserable doggerel verse. That Defoe should have mistaken it for poetry, and should have prided himself upon it accordingly, is only a proof of how incompetent an author is to pass judgment upon what is good and what is bad in his own work.

Trouble creeps in when that pride builds on a desperate grasp for glory rather than on real accomplishment.