#pride

I'm fully aware," Firth told a reporter for the English magazine Now, "that if I were to change professions tomorrow, become an astronaut and be the first man to land on Mars, the headlines in the newspapers would read: `Mr. Darcy Lands on Mars. ↗

— Colin Firth

#change

I'm never proud of my old work. I always feel as though my skills have since improved. ↗

— Criss Jami

#art #better #betterment #change #creativity

Jennifer Merrick had stored all her tears inside her, and her pride and courage would never permit her to break down and shed them. ↗

— Judith McNaught

#cry #pride #stock #tears #courage

He has come to the most dreadful conclusion a literary man can come to, the conclusion that the ordinary view is the right one. It is only the last and wildest kind of courage that can stand on a tower before ten thousand people and tell them that twice two is four. ↗

— G.K. Chesterton

#truth #courage

Melodramas of moral courage provide satisfaction through the comforting fantasy that our own character would hold steady under the most extreme pressure of dreadful events. [But we must face] the painful awareness that in all likelyhood one's own character would not have stood firm. ↗

— Jonathan Shay

#pride #reality #war #courage

The only way I could endure being a coward was if I was the only one who knew it. ↗

— Pat Conroy

#courage #pride #courage

But he understood at last what Dumbledore had been trying to tell him. It was, he thought, the difference between being dragged into the arena to face a battle to the death and walking into the arena with your head held high. Some people, perhaps, would say that there was little to choose between the two ways, but Dumbledore knew — and so do I, thought Harry, with a rush of fierce pride, and so did my parents — that there was all the difference in the world. ↗

— J.K. Rowling

#battle #death #dumbledore #pride #death

Pride the first peer and president of hell. ↗

— Daniel Defoe

#hell #peer #president #pride

This very pride in keeping his word was that he was keeping it to miscreants. It was his last triumph over these lunatics to go down into their dark room and die for something that they could not even understand. The barrel-organ seemed to give the marching tune with the energy and the mingled noises of a whole orchestra; and he could hear deep and rolling, under all the trumpets of the pride of life, the drums of the pride of death. ↗

— G.K. Chesterton

#life #pride #death

Long, discursive, dry, and inane are the prayers in many pulpits. Without unction or heart, they fall like a killing frost on all the graces of worship. Death-dealing prayers they are. Every vestige of devotion has perished under their breath. The deader they are the longer they grow. ↗

— E.M. Bounds

#pride #death