You did not kill the fish only to keep alive and to sell for food. You killed him for pride and because you are a fisherman. You loved him when he was alive and you loved him after. If you love him, it is not a sin to kill him. Or is it more?
We’ve got to have rules and obey them. After all, we’re not savages. We’re English; and the English are best at everything.
You wear your honor like a suit of armor, Stark. You think it keeps you safe, but all it does is weigh you down and make it hard for you to move.
You cannot oppose reasoning to pride, the principal of all the vices, since, by its very nature, the proud man refuses to listen to it.
Vanity and pride are different things, though the words are often used synonymously. A person may be proud without being vain. Pride relates more to our opinion of ourselves, vanity to what we would have others think of us.
There’s a lot of pride involved in my refusal to believe in God.
The preachers tell us that pride is a great sin, but the preachers are wrong. Pride makes a man, it drives him, it is the shield wall around his reputation and the Danes understood that. Men die, they said, but reputation does not die.
Reputation makes fear, and pride protects reputation.
Pride comes before someone trips you flat on your face.
People in their right minds never take pride in their talents.
Peasant’s pride is lordling’s shame.
Our vanity is most difficult to wound just when our pride has been wounded.
