Quotes About Pride

Nu pricep cum se poate dispre?ui originea unui popor, indiferent dac? e cel care l-a inventat pe Dumnezeu sau cel care a inventat cifrele!

Mr. Schoenbrun, we have a secret weapon ... don't smile when I tell you this. Our secret weapon is nationalism. To have nationhood, which is a sign of maturity, is greater than any weapons in the world.

The one trying to have the last word is rarely walking in the Word.

Children can have a cruel, absolute sense of justice. Children can kill monsters and feel quite proud of themselves.

I am no murderer," says Cardan, surprising me. I would not have thought that was something to be proud of.

I hate being a fool. I hate the idea of my emotions getting the better of me, making me weak. But my fear of being a fool turned me into one.

The Grand General would mount your head on a wall," Nicasia informed him, patting his cheek. "A very fine head," he informed her with a wicked grin. "Suitable for mounting.

I thought of how proud he was when he took the marks- cutting the skin of his throat in a long slash and then packing it with ashes until keloid scars rose up. He called it his second smile.

I will repay him, although it seems I will have much to repay him for. I will make him proud of me. Everyone else, I will make very, very sorry.

Because I don't like being the fool who'd been tricked. I like games, but I hate to lose.

Cardan grabs my face, fingers splayed against my neck. His breath is against my cheek. His other hand grabs my hair, winding it into a rope. --- "Get down on your knees," Cardan says, looking insufferably pleased with himself. His fury has transmuted into gloating. "Beg. Make it petty. Flowery. Worthy of me.

When I was a kid and brought friends over , I was defiantly proud of the chaos. I liked that I knew how to jump over the piles and the shattered glass while they stumbled. Now it just seems like an ocean of crazy that I have no way to explain.

He knew what he was, what depths of depravity and cruelty he had plumbed, what ambitions drove him. He prided himself on knowing those things—but that didn't mean he needed anyone else to see them as well.

I am not drinking that," Jasper said. "I am a deWinter. We do not froth.

Isn't that sweet?' Hyacinthe says, the first words I've heard him speak. 'Riding your sister's horse into battle. Have you anything of your own, prince? Or just girls' castoffs and scraps?

Get down on your knees," Cardan says, looking insufferably pleased with himself. His fury has transmuted into gloating. "Beg. Make it pretty. Flowery. Worthy of me.

Pride is for knights, I remind myself, not for spies.

He doesn't die very differently than mortals, although I am sure it would gall him to know that.

Taryn had warned me I was going to get myself killed, and I bragged that I was ready for it, but I am not. "I think I'll take

All I have bought myself is worse problems, no matter how good it felt to salve my pride.

I will make him proud of me. Everyone else, I will make very, very sorry.

I think he was flirting with me. I don't even remember deciding to hit him. ... "Madoc would be so proud - his little girl, remembering all her training," she says. "Staving off the terrifying possibility of romance.

Get down on your knees, Cardan says, looking insufferably pleased with himself. His fury transmuted into gloating. "Beg. Make it pretty. Flowery. Worthy of me.

I cannot share my secrets with her, even to brag. And I admit that I desperately want to brag.