As a consequence while we had a roof over our heads, food on the table, and clothes to wear to school we were constantly conscious of being of modest means.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I had a very modest upbringing.
I grew up very modest, and I never forget that.
Modesty is a learned affectation. And as soon as life slams the modest person against the wall, that modesty drops.
Modesty is the conscience of the body.
Honestly, I grew up in pretty modest circumstances. We were a middle-class family.
Let us be absolutely clear about one thing: we must not confuse humility with false modesty or servility.
I have no concept of modesty anymore.
Modesty is the color of virtue.
Modesty means admitting the possibility of error, subsuming the self for the good of the whole, remaining open to surprise and the gifts that only failure can bring. There are many ways to practice it. Try taking up golf. Or making your own bagels. Or raising a teenager.
Modesty is not one of my virtues.