pride

Much like humans, opinions come in all shapes and forms, but in the end, they are just what they are; and may yet still be categorized in nature. The first you might say is the Indoctrinal, which is, of course, dictated by community and necessity, by the human need for acceptance; secondly, there is the Personal, and this is often dictated by individuality, by the yearning to seem interesting and intelligent, or free, or special; and lastly comes the Emotional. This is most commonly dictated by circumstance and bitterness and excitement. However, rarely do we find the case in which any of these are dictated by reason in the pure state: it is by this we see that at the core of a number of false opinions lies not always misinformation but quite often some issue of the human self.

Love without humility results in the inclination to act as everyone's parent, humility without love results in the need to be everyone's child, and love with humility results in the desire to be a friend.

Abruptly, the sea of people parted . . . and then there they were. Bella, with Nalla in her arms, Z standing beside his girls. Beth broke down all over again as the female came forward. God, it was impossible not to remember how Nalla had started this, putting into motion the need that had become undeniable. Bella was tearing up, too, as she stopped. __e just want to say yay!_ At that moment, Nalla reached out to Beth, a gummy smile on her face, pure joy radiating out. No turning that down, nope, not at all. Beth took the little girl out of her mother__ arms and positioned her on her chest, capturing one of the pinwheeling hands and giving kisses, kisses, kisses. __ou ready to be a big . . ._ Beth glanced at Z and then her husband. _. . . a big sister?_ Yes, Beth thought. Because that__ what the Brotherhood and their families were. Close as siblings, tighter than blood because they were chosen. __es, she is,_ Bella said as she wiped under her eyes and looked back at Z. __he is so ready._ __y brother._ Z shoved out his palm, his scarred face in a half smile, his yellow eyes warm. __ongratulations._ Instead of shaking anything, Wrath shoved that ultrasound picture into his Brother__ face. __o you see him? See my son? He__ big, right, Beth?_ She kissed Nalla__ supersoft hair. __es._ __ig and healthy, right?_ Beth laughed some more. __ig and healthy. Absolutely perfect._ __erfect!_ Wrath bellowed. __nd this is a doctor saying it__ mean, she went to medical school._ Even Z started laughing at that point. Beth gave Nalla back to her parents. __nd Dr. Sam told me she__ delivered over fifteen thousand babies over the course of her career__ __ee!_ Wrath yelled. __he knows these things. My son is perfect! Where__ the champagne? Fritz! Get the fucking champagne!

I thought of how proud he was when he took the marks- cutting the skin of his throat in a long slash and then packing it with ashes until keloid scars rose up.He called it his second smile.

Humility is nothing but truth, and pride is nothing but lying.

Neither boost about your own strength nor dignity but the sacred grace of God.

The ego lusts for satisfaction. It has a prideful ferocious appetite for its version of "truth". It is the most challenging aspect to conquer; the cause for most spiritual turmoil.

Accomplishments don__ erase shame, hatred, cruelty, silence, ignorance, discrimination, low self-esteem or immorality. It covers it up, with a creative version of pride and ego. Only restitution, forgiving yourself and others, compassion, repentance and living with dignity will ever erase the past.

if you think you know all that somebody knows, you shall least know all that somebody knows. If you think you least know all that somebody knows, you shall really know all that somebody knows.

You can't let the truth bring out the worst and let it get the best of you.

Nostalgia has a way of blocking the reality of the past.

We do not have to be ashamed of what we are. As sentient beings we have wonderful backgrounds. These backgrounds may not be particularly enlightened or peaceful or intelligent. Nevertheless, we have soil good enough to cultivate; we can plant anything in it.

It is better to lose your pride with someone you love rather than to lose that someone you love with your useless pride.

Violinists wear the imprint on their necks with prideFor they are the players of harmony.Pilgrims, too, wear the imprint on their foreheads with prideFor they are the conductors of unity.And Lovers? Why, they are made humble by the imprint on their heartsFor they are merely the instruments of rhapsody.

Be willing to give, but only when you aren't expecting anything in return.

The enemy stays in the hearts of friends. Watch what your friends know about you and watch what you tell your friends, remember, egoism breeds jealousy and ends a relationship in discord.

Blessings Are Immeasurable"You can lose A child Or a parent,The love of your life,A good job,A game,A deal,A bet,An idea,Your favorite thing,Money,Your best friend,A moment,An opportunity,A chance,Your keys,Your mind,Your health,Your identity,Your virginity,Your religion,Your shirt,Your license,ID or Passport, Phone or phone number,Hope,Faith,Luck,Your pride,Or your house,And feel like You've lost everything,And keep on losing. Stop Counting your losses,And start counting your Blessings. Only then will you discover That losses are always easier to point out and count Than blessings. And that your blessings will always outnumber Your losses, For they are truly Immeasurable.It is only normal thatPeople count losses with Their minds,And ignoreTo count blessingsWith the graciousnessOf their hearts.

In this day and age we care more about our pride than our lives.