#pride

Elaine: He saved my life twice. He's the only grown-up I know who keeps his promises. Michael: Yes. It is a point of pride with him. But please — don't mistake it for a virtue. ↗

— Mike Carey

#pride #virtue #life

Poverty entails fear and stress and sometimes depression. It meets a thousand petty humiliations and hardships. Climbing out of poverty by your own efforts that is something on which to pride yourself but poverty itself is romanticized by fools. ↗

— J. K. Rowling

#depression #efforts #entails #fear #fools

Stirred up pride is poison to the soul. ↗

— Evinda Lepins

#poison #pride #soul #life

I thought of all the hardships and people that I had lost in the past few days alone, but, most of all, I thought of how I didn't regret any of it. ↗

— Shannon A. Thompson

#life-lessons #loss #pride #reflection #regret

I am determined that nothing but the deepest love could ever induce me into matrimony. [Elizabeth] ↗

— Jane Austen

#love

There are few couples as unhappy as those who are too proud to admit their unhappiness. ↗

— P.D. James

#love #pride #unhappiness #love

Love hath no pride. ↗

— Karen Marie Moning

#pride #love

Shortly after you left the room, Bushell came over and spoke to your father. I was not near enough to hear what he said, but Maria Lucas told me afterwards that he had been -' (she smiled) 'amazingly impertinent.' 'Peter actually spoke to Papa?' 'He did. According to Maria, he had the impudence to criticise Mr Bennet for his treatment of you. I must say it gives me the most favourable idea of his character. ↗

— Jennifer Paynter

#cute #honor #jane-austen #love #mary-bennet

Peter.' It was the first time I had used his name. 'You heard me sing tonight, did you not?' 'Yes, love.' The endearment took my breath away - made me forget what I meant to say. I stood there with but one thought: He must care about me. ↗

— Jennifer Paynter

#love #lovely #mary-bennet #peter-bushell #pride-and-prejudice

I lost the letter in rather embarrassing circumstances. We were to dine at Parramatta Government House that same evening, and Peter had come in early from harvesting the wheat, sitting down in all his dirt to read the precious missive. I sat beside him, fresh from my bath. And so handsome did my husband look, long legs sprawled in Dungaree trousers and frowning over my father's spiky hand, that I could not resist reaching out to smooth away the frown. He caught my hand to his lips, still reading, and then chancing to look up, and reading my face more swiftly than he would ever read the written word, pulled me onto his lap. ↗

— Jennifer Paynter

#jennifer-paynter #love #mary-bennet #peter-bushell #pride-and-prejudice