#pride

Pride gets no pleasure out of having something, only out of having more of it than the next man... It is the comparison that makes you proud: the pleasure of being above the rest. Once the element of competition is gone, pride is gone. ↗

— C.S. Lewis

#christianity

The proud person always wants to do the right thing, the great thing. But because he wants to do it in his own strength, he is fighting not with man, but with God. ↗

— Søren Kierkegaard

#christianity #god #pride #christianity

I will only add, God bless you. ↗

— Jane Austen

#blessings #darcy #jane-austen #mr-darcy #prejudice

Besides pride, loyalty, discipline, heart, and mind, confidence is the key to all the locks. ↗

— Joe Paterno

#confidence #discipline #heart #key #locks

The heart of the Pharisee is within us all, to redefine God's law so it doesn't apply to me anymore. It applies to my neighbor but not to me. ↗

— Ron Pearce

#pride #anger

The proud wish God would agree with them. They are not interested in changing their opinions to agree with God's. ↗

— Ezra Taft Benson

#change

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

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