Quotes About Character

Live in such a way that you would not be ashamed to sell your parrot to the town gossip. —Will Rogers

Sutton is a good man.

The man was a somewhat seedy character. He might not actually have slept in his clothes, although the first impression was that he had. He clutched a threadbare cap with stubby, grimed fingers. The fingernails were rimmed with the blue of dirt.

She folded fat hands over a plump stomach and did her best to beam at him. The effect of the beam was spoiled by the wispy hair that straggled out from beneath her dowdy hat.

For Man had flown too fast, had driven far beyond his physical capacity. Not by strength did he hold his starry outposts, but by something else…by depth of human character, by his colossal conceit, by his ferocious conviction that Man was the greatest living thing the galaxy had spawned. All this in spite of many evidences that he was not…evidence that he cast aside, scornful of any greatness that was not ruthless and aggressive.

Money lets you be who you really are.

Nothing would take him, he was a barbarian with the manners of a gentleman. Neither

The demon – what did Harry call him? Dick face? Pinprick? Pinhead! That was it.

and a hooked nose. His skin was the color of weak tea.

Black hair fell past his neck but just short of the shoulders. His head was protected by a stained Mexican sombrero.

I have a smack of Hamlet myself , if I do say so .

That was Chas. Furious and black-hearted one minute, ready to crack a wry joke the next.

It was easy to root for the winners. No, he liked the punch-drunk ones, half walking at mile twenty-three, tongues flapping like Labradors. Tumbling across the finish line by hook or by crook, feet pounded to bloody meat in their Nikes. The laggards and limpers who weren't running the course but running deep into their character—down into the cave to return to the light with what they found.

Roger Tipple did not have a weak chin so much as a very aggressive neck.

Maynard Spencer was a white man in his late fifties, bits of silver in his cropped black hair. A real "crack of dawner," as Harriet used to say, who moved with a deliberate air, as if he rehearsed everything in front of a mirror.

The signs had been there since he could walk, and he perfected the more distasteful aspects of his personality as he lurched into manhood and assumed his responsibilities.

Chester Miller was in his late fifties, slim-built except for his belly, which perched on his belt like an egg. A little sleepy.

a rusty machete and a bag of almonds makes you a person of substance?

Goodness was more difficult than evil. Evil men knew that more than good men. That's why they became evil. That's why it stuck with them. Evil was for those who could never reach the truth. It was a mask for stupidity and lack of love. Even if people laughed at the notion of goodness, if they found it sentimental, or nostalgic, it didn't matter -- it was none of those things, he said, and it had to be fought for.

Goodness is more difficult than evil. Evil men knew that more than good men. That's why they became evil. That's why it stuck with them. Evil was for those who could never reach the truth. It was a mask for stupidity and lack of love.

Every man with his own peculiar vice. His will hardly rock heaven or hell.

a, pour chacun de nous, de certains parallélismes entre notre intelligence, nos moeurs et notre caractère, qui se développent sans discontinuité, et ne se rompent qu'aux grandes perturbations de la vie.

But if we pay heed to the ancient sources, we will recognize that the virtues are related to a much thicker and deeper moral reality. We will see the virtues as the qualities of character that we need in order to steer our way through the complicated and mysterious sea of morality into which we all have been placed. For such journeying a pocketful of values is neither sufficient ballast nor a substitute for sails, compass, or sextant. C

The virtues define the character of a person, his enduring relationship to the world, and what will be his end. Whereas values, according to their common usage, are the instruments or components of moral living that the self chooses for itself and that the self may disregard without necessarily jeopardizing its identity.