Pride helps us; and pride is not a bad thing when it only urges us to hide our own hurtsnot to hurt others.
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Middlemarch
by
George Eliot
Poor nations are hungry, and rich nations are proud; and pride and hunger will ever be at variance.
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Gulliver's Travels
by
Jonathan Swift
But he was one of those weak creatures, void of pride, timorous, anemic, hateful souls, full of shifty cunning, who face neither God nor man, who face not even themselves.
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The War of the Worlds
by
H. G. Wells
"It is not the broken heart that kills, but broken pride, monseigneur."
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The Battle Of The Strong
by
Gilbert Parker
"I will die here where I have walked. And I will walk here, though I am in my grave. I will walk here until the pride of this house is humbled."
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Bleak House
by
Charles Dickens
The memories which peaceful country scenes call up, are not of this world, nor of its thoughts and hopes. Their gentle influence may teach us how to weave fresh garlands for the graves of those we loved: may purify our thoughts, and bear down before it old enmity and hatred; but beneath all this, there lingers, in the least reflective mind, a vague and half-formed consciousness of having held such feelings long before, in some remote and distant time, which calls up solemn thoughts of distant times to come, and bends down pride and worldliness beneath it.
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Oliver Twist
by
Charles Dickens
Her look at her father, half admiring him and proud of him, half ashamed for him, all devoted and loving, went to his inmost heart.
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Little Dorrit
by
Charles Dickens
My pride fell with my fortunes;
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As You Like It
by
William Shakespeare
The praise that comes of love does not make us vain, but humble rather. Knowing what we are, the pride that shines in our mother's eyes as she looks at us is about the most pathetic thing a man has to face, but he would be a devil altogether if it did not burn some of the sin out of him.
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The Little Minister
by
James M. Barrie
Pride is one of the seven deadly sins; but it cannot be the pride of a mother in her children, for that is a compound of two cardinal virtues -- faith and hope.
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Nicholas Nickleby
by
Charles Dickens