#pride

Pride helps us; and pride is not a bad thing when it only urges us to hide our own hurts—not to hurt others. ↗

— George Eliot

#pride #life

Pride is a wound, and vanity is the scab on it. One's life picks at the scab to open the wound again and again. In men, it seldom heals and often grows septic. ↗

— Michael Ayrton

#vanity #life

I watched the spinning stars, grateful, sad and proud, as only a man who has outlived his destiny and realizes he might yet forge himself another, can be. ↗

— Roger Zelazny

#life #longing #poetry #pride #sense-of-wonder

Deception sneaks in through the window of pride. ↗

— Evinda Lepins

#life-quotes #pride #window #life

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

Do you want it bad enough to get over being hurt? ↗

— Richard Castle

#pain #pride #love

Adieu to disappointment and spleen. What are men to rocks and mountains? ↗

— Jane Austen

#mountains #prejudice #pride #rocks #men

If you were to give me forty such men, I never could be so happy as you. Till I have your disposition, your goodness, I never can have your happiness. No, no, let me shift for myself; and, perhaps, if I have very good luck, I may meet with another Mr. Collins in time. ↗

— Jane Austen

#men