Quotes / Pride

"Pride goes before destruction, a haughty spirit before a fall."

God forbid that I thought,
forgive that I'd think:
I was the Fairest of Them All,
I was the biggest of the small,
I was the sharpest in the shed,
I was the brightest of the head.
Starflyer 59, "The Brightest of the Head"

"April 4; shot rings out in the Memphis sky. Free at last, they took your life, they could not, take your..."
U2, "In the Name of Love"

Here we may reign secure, and in my choyce
To reign is worth ambition though in Hell:
Better to reign in Hell, then serve in Heav'n.

"The night of the fight, you may feel a slight sting. That's pride fucking with you. Fuck pride. Pride only hurts, it never helps."
Marcellus Wallace, Pulp Fiction, telling Butch Coolidge to throw a big fight.

Pride is not a sin. Hubris is not a failing. The galaxy is not a mere collection of stars, it is our birthright! For too long have men looked up the infinite expanses of darkness before them and looked back inward, seeking solance in their huddled, weak soulfires. I see the black depths before me and all I can see is an eternity of war and conquest in the Emperor's name.
Lord Solar Macharius, Warhammer 40,000

"I am, in point of fact, a particularly haughty and exclusive person, of pre-Adamite ancestral descent. You will understand this when I tell you that I can trace my ancestry back to a protoplasmal atomic globule. Consequently, my family pride is something inconceivable. I can't help it. I was born sneering. But I struggle hard to overcome this defect. I mortify my pride continually. When all the great officers of state resigned in a body, because they were too proud to serve under an ex-tailor, did I not unhesitantly accept all their posts at once?"
Pooh-Bah, The Mikado

"For you can have no greater sign of a more confirmed pride, than when you think that you are humble enough."
William Law

"All men make mistakes, but a good man yields when he knows his course is wrong, and repairs the evil. The only sin is pride."
Sophocles, Antigone

"Thinking in isolation and with pride ends in being an idiot."

Question: How many bosses does it take to change a light bulb?
Answer: One. He holds the light bulb and the universe revolves around him to screw it in.

In reality, there is, perhaps, no one of our natural passions so hard to subdue as pride. Disguise it, struggle with it, beat it down, stifle it, mortify it as much as one pleases, it is still alive, and will every now and then peep out and show itself; you will see it, perhaps, often in this history; for, even if I could conceive that I had compleatly overcome it, I should probably be proud of my humility.

There is one vice of which no man in the world is free; which every one in the world loathes when he sees it in someone else; and of which hardly any people, except Christians, ever imagine that they are guilty themselves. ... There is no fault which makes a man more unpopular, and no fault which we are more unconscious of in ourselves. And the more we have it ourselves, the more we dislike it in others.
C. S. Lewis, "The Great Sin," Mere Christianity

'I understand Miss Weatherwax is a very proud woman,' said Letice.
Nanny Ogg puffed at her pipe again.
'You might as well say the sea is full of water,' she said.
The other witches were silent for a moment.
'I daresay that was a valuable comment,' said Letice, 'but I didn't understand it.'
'If there ain't no water in the sea, it ain't the sea,' said Nanny Ogg. 'It's just a damn great hole in the ground. Thing about Esme is ...' Nanny took another noisy pull at the pipe, 'she's all pride, see? She ain't just a proud person.'
'Then perhaps she should learn to be a bit more humble...'
'What's she got to be humble about?' said Nanny sharply.

Vanity is definitely my favorite sin. Self-love, the all-natural opiate. It's not like you didn't care for Mary Ann, Kevin. You were just a little more involved with someone else: yourself.

"Do you know what your sin is, Doctor? It's pride."
The Operative, Serenity

"It's a sin you should be proud of damnit!!!"

I was going to teach you a lesson, but instead, it is you who have taught me. You see, when I was young... I was EMPEROR. The realm you see all around you was mine to command. I conquered my doubts, my fears, my anger... I buried all of it within the land. But I held on to one vice. The one sha I never conquered. PRIDE. My pride cloaked this land in mists! I thought we were better than the rest of the world. I thought we could solve our own problems. But for ten thousand years, we stagnated, our doubts and fears buried in the land, rising up to fester whenever we allowed them. Pride. It is the most insidious of sha. It is good until it is bad. And then it is more dangerous than all the others combined. Beware of Pride! Be humble! The world is plunging into chaos. Old enemies must work together. Proud races must admit they need help. Things are going to get worse before they get better. Only by working together can we overcome the darkness. All that stands in our way... is pride.

It'd kill him to know that he could have stopped it if he'd just read an e-mail. It'd kill him to know that he could have stopped it if he was less like me. Pride. It's a top-seven original sin.

"You may have invaded my mind and my body, but there's one thing a Saiyan always keeps! HIS PRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIDE!!!!!!!!!!"
Vegeta, Dragon Ball Z

"I do not dance to the Fallen's tune, Knight. We may move together, but I play the music. I set the beat. For nearly two thousand years I followed my path, through every treacherous bend and twist, through every temptation to turn aside, and after centuries of effort and study and planning and victory, they follow my leadership. Not the other way around. Turn aside from my path? I have blazed it through ages of humanity, through centuries of war and plague and madness and havoc and devotion. I am my path and it is me. There is no turning aside."
Nicodemus Archleone, The Dresden Files

The Kings are, by all appearances, an extremely successful, tight-knit family. They're not Black Spiral Kinfolk; indeed, most are rather attractive in a bland, Middle-American sort of way. They've got money, authority, political power and free beer whenever they want it. Why throw in with Pentex?
The answer is simple: Arrogance. The Kings look around and see everything the way they want it to be... within limits. Outside those limits, things aren't so rosy. The Kings can't do anything about Anheuser-Busch, though they'd love to, and that boils their blood. They're the Kings, dammit, and the fact that the world stubbornly refused to conform to their wishes is a continuing canker in their happiness. Throwing their lot with Pentex ensures that if the program for domination succeeds, the Kings get the last laugh on their rivals. And once the liquor industry is under their thumb, what's to keep them from expanding their horizons?
Werewolf: The Apocalypse - Subsidiaries: A Guide To Pentex

I assume you await confessions. Lists of names, perhaps, of those who joined me on my moonlit revels? Of those whose properties you can add to your church's rolls? Of those whose unholy suggestions singed my ears to brimstone promises and tempted me, like some quivering virgin, to spread my soul like a harlot's legs and let the Devil in? I'm afraid you will be disappointed, my kind and dour keepers. If you expect a testament of denunciations, you must look to other men. I, you see, am far to proud of my depredations to share credit with the innocent. Pride may be a sin, but it is most delicious on one's tongue.

The Lasombra are not stewards, for they do not hold power on behalf of another, nor are the Lasombra kings, for they accept no restraints on their power in the form of any human or divine sanction. The Lasombra are simply the rightful masters of everything in heaven or earth, whether their subjects accept the fact yet or not.
Vampire: The Masquerade - Clanbook: Lasombra (Revised)

William Of Baskerville: You see already that in both cases, our abbot is concerned for the good name of his monastery. Murderer or next victim as he may be, he does not want defamatory news about this holy community to travel beyond these mountains. Kill his monks but do not touch the honor of his abbey. Ah by... [growing angry] That bastard of a feudal lord, that peacock who gained fame for having been the Aquinas's gravedigger, that inflated wineskin who exists only because he wears a ring as big as the bottom of a glass! Proud, proud, all of you Cluniacs, worse than princes, more baronial than barons!
Adso Of Melk: Master...
William Of Baskerville: You be quiet, you are made of the same stuff. Your band are not simple men or sons of the simple. If a peasant comes along, you may receive him, but as I saw yesterday, you do not hesitate to hand him over to the secular arm. But not one of your own, no; he must be shielded. Abo is capable of identifying the wretch, stabbing him in the treasure crypt and passing out his kidneys among the reliquaries, provided the honor of the abbey is saved. Have a Franciscan, a plebeian Minorite, discover the rat's nest of this holy house? Ah, no, that is something Abo cannot allow at any price. "Thank you, Brother William, the Emperor needs you, you see what a beautiful ring I have, goodbye."

"Are you wounded, Master Yoda?" Bail asked.
"Only my pride," Yoda said, and meant it, though Bail could not possibly understand how deep that wound went, nor how it bled. "Only my pride."