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 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?
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.
I do hate a proud man, as I hate the engendering of toads.
I could easily forgive his pride, if he had not mortified mine.
I am not proud, but I am happy; and happiness blinds, I think, more than pride.[Je ne suis pas fier, mais je suis heureux, et le bonheur aveugle, je crois, encore plus que la fierté.]
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 more exalted my rank, the more glaring becomes the insult.[Plus mon rang a d’éclat, plus l’affront est sanglant.]
The greatest pride, or the greatest despondency, is the greatest ignorance of one’s self.
Reputation makes fear, and pride protects reputation.
Pride only helps us to be generous; it never makes us so, any more than vanity makes us witty.
