Motherhood is priced Of God, at price no man may dare To lessen or misunderstand.
Helen Hunt JacksonRead
Wounded vanity knows when it is mortally hurt; and limps off the field, piteous, all disguises thrown away. But pride carries its banner to the last; and fast as it is driven from one field unfurls it in another, never admitting that there is a shade less honor in the second field than in the first, or in the third than in the second.
Interpretation
The quote reflects on the differences between wounded vanity and persistent pride, highlighting the struggle between self-awareness and self-deception.
Helen Hunt Jackson's quote illustrates how wounded vanity retreats from a situation when it feels defeated, while pride clings to its honor, seeking new arenas where it can maintain the facade of superiority, regardless of the diminished value of that pride. It shows the contrasts between genuine self-awareness, which acknowledges weaknesses, and pride that never accepts defeat, often leading to a cycle of illusion and denial.
In practice
In a discussion about the importance of humility vs. pride in leadership.
Motherhood is priced Of God, at price no man may dare To lessen or misunderstand.
But all lost things are in the angels' keeping, Love; No past is dead for us, but only sleeping, Love; The years of Heaven with all earth's little pain Make Good Together there we can begin again, In babyhood.
If I could write a story that would do for the Indian one-hundredth part what 'Uncle Tom's Cabin' did for the Negro, I would be thankful the rest of my life.
there was no crime in unconscious plagiarism; that I committed it everyday, that he committed it everyday, that every man alive on earth who writes or speaks commits it every day and not merely once or twice but every time he open his mouth… there is nothing of our own in it except some slight change born of our temperament, character, environment, teachings and associations
The harsh truth is that 'respectability' is the exorbitant tax we African Americans are forced to pay daily as we try to live out our versions of the American Dream.
Nothing is ever done in this world until men are prepared to kill one another if it is not done.
The theologian who labours without joy is not a theologian at all.
Every cradle asks us, Whence? and every coffin, Whither? The poor barbarian, weeping above his dead, can answer these questions as intelligently as the robed priest of the most authentic creed.
Everything in my own immediate experience supports my deep belief that I am the absolute center of the universe, the realest, most vivid and important person in existence.
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