humble

False humility is the pride of not being proud, real humility is without the consciousness that pride exists.

God gives grace to the humble

The best writers I've read possess oodles of self-doubt, yet claw their way up with each work and remain humble. Boastful ones, not so much.

The World has not evolved into what it is today to specifically meet my pleasures.

I keep a vivid memory of failure in my back pocket, so no matter how much I accomplish I stay grounded.

Success is mesmerizing, and blinding. Sometimes you need good old fashion failure to open your eyes.

There is something really good to say about humility. Being confident and humble is a great combination, maybe the best of all!

Be humble in your confidence yet courageous in your character.

Life entertains humble men by giving men with below average looks (intellect, knowledge, etc.) an above average self-esteem.

Self-serving biases and self-centered agendas are cotton jammed in the ears of our conscience. Even if truth shouts, we can__ hear it.

On the path to Conquer the throne,some of your pawns must die...If your eyes aim the big kill,you must learn to eat humble pie.

It is not your talents that make you great, but your decisions.

Humility is realm of a humble heart.

There is no doubt, that in this world, there are all sorts of people who look nice, but are empty inside; who do not feel either moral or spiritual aspirations in addition to the physical gifts with which nature blessed them ... But Corneliu Codreanu, his magnificient physique corresponds to an exceptional inner wholeness. Exclamations of admiration from men left him indifferent. Praise angered him. He had only a fighter's greatness and the ambition of great reformers... The characteristic of his soul was goodness. If you want to penetrate the initial motive which prompted Corneliu Codreanu to throw in a fight so hard and almost desperate, the best answer is that he did it out of compassion for suffering people. His heart bled with thousands of injuries to see the misery in which peasants and workers struggled. His love for the people - unlimited! He was sensitive to any suffering the working masses endured. He had a cult for the humble, and showed an infinite attention to their aspirations and their hopes. The smallest window, the most trivial complaint, were examined with the same seriousness with which he addressed grave political problems.

Submission is not in the bowing of heads or knees but in the humbling of your whole being (spirit, soul and body)

There was nothing wrong with having an expensive home, nothing wrong at all. There__ a pride in building something up, working hard to achieve something. But it shouldn__ have been his manhood that increased with each new success, it should have been his heart. His success was like the witch in __ansel and Gretel_ fairy tale: it fed him for all the wrong reasons, fattening him in all the wrong places. Dad deserved his success, he just needed a masterclass in humility. I could have done with one too. How special I thought I was in the silver Aston Martin in which he drove me to school some mornings. How special am I now, now that somebody bought it from a depot of reprocessed cars, for a fraction of the price. How special indeed

A Simple act of Kindness can create endless Ripples

Wise people are always loving and humble.