Pride is the mask we wear to hide our insecurities from others, and eventually from ourselves.

There are two kinds of pride: the pride of achievement and the pride of ego. One builds, the other destroys.

Pride costs more than hunger, thirst, and cold. It makes us pay in opportunities lost and relationships broken.

The proud man counts his newspaper clippings, the humble man his blessings.

Pride is the weight that sinks ships of potential. Humility is the sail that catches winds of opportunity.

Pride refuses to ask for directions when lost, refuses to ask for help when struggling, and refuses to admit mistakes when wrong.

The higher the pride, the harder the fall. Ego builds its own prison and then complains about the confinement.

Pride is the art of comparing yourself to others; humility is the art of comparing yourself to your potential.

Pride makes artificial mountains out of molehills; humility makes molehills out of artificial mountains.

The proud man wants to be right; the wise man wants to understand. One seeks victory, the other truth.

Pride is the fortress we build around our weaknesses, never realizing we've become prisoners in our own defense.

Pride is the tax that ego levies on every achievement, making success more expensive than it needs to be.

The proud refuse to learn from those they consider beneath them, thus ensuring they remain exactly where they are.

Pride is the blindness that prevents us from seeing our own limitations, until we walk into walls we refused to acknowledge.

Pride makes enemies of potential mentors and threats of potential collaborators.

The currency of pride is isolation; the currency of humility is connection.

Pride is the armor that protects nothing but our own illusions, at the cost of genuine growth.

Pride measures what it has achieved; humility measures how far it has yet to grow.

Pride is the shadow cast by small accomplishments; humility is the light that reveals how much remains to be done.