I used to suffer from excessive pride. Well, I got over that one.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I have a bit of pride, which is always my downfall.
I have come to the conclusion that it's a waste of time to have too much pride in anything. Perhaps it's good to have a sense of duty, a jealous zeal to protect or improve, but pride ultimately is only that which stands vulnerable to offense and degradation.
Pride, which inspires us with so much envy, is sometimes of use toward the moderating of it too.
Pride is a tricky, glorious, double-edged feeling.
Pride is ugly. It says, 'If you succeed, I am a failure.'
It's a fine thing to rise above pride, but you must have pride in order to do so.
I've never been one to just do what I'm told. I don't say that necessarily with pride, it's just something that has gotten me in trouble before.
Pride is not the worst of sins. In fact, it's one of the most interesting ones.
I don't do pride. It seems to me to be a very unpleasant thing.
Pride is a thing that I have tried to abandon completely. Try as I might, pride still creeps into many of the things I do.