Pride goes before destruction and a haughty spirit before a fall.
Pride goes before destruction.
Pride goes before a fall, they say, And yet we often find, The folks who throw all pride away Most often fall behind.
Like pride, blind optimism may go before a fall.
Pride comes before a fall - although in [Henry Kissinger's] case it's more conceit than pride.
Love may exist without jealousy, although this is rare: but jealousy may exist without love, and this is common; for jealousy can feed on that which is bitter no less than on that which is sweet, and is sustained by pride as often as by affection.
Before one goes through the gate one may not be aware there is a gate One may think there is a gate to go through and look a long time for it without finding it One may find it and it may not open If it opens one may be through it As one goes through it one sees that the gate one went through was the self that went through it no one went through a gate there was no gate to go through no one ever found a gate no one ever realized there was never a gate
Before you speak, listen. Before you write, think. Before you spend, earn. Before you invest, investigate. Before you criticize, wait. Before you pray, forgive. Before you quit, try. Before you retire, save. Before you die, give.
Pride goeth before the fall....but you've already fallen, haven't you?
Don't be cocky, 'Pride cometh before the fall
I'm a Christian girl. I pray every night and before meals and before I go on stage not to fall.
There's a reason they say,"Pride goeth before a fall.
I buy a lot of random books, and it's really hard to immediately fall asleep if I've been staring at a screen, so reading and trying to put my phone away maybe an hour before I go to sleep are two of my go-to strategies before bed.
All the time we spent in bed, counting miles before we said, fall in love and fall apart, things will end before they start.
On the first of May, with my comrades of the catechism class, I laid lilac, chamomile and rose before the altar of the Virgin, and returned full of pride to show my blessed posy. My mother laughed her irreverent laugh and, looking at my bunch of flowers, which was bringing the may-bug into the sitting-room right under the lamp, she said: Do you suppose it wasn't already blessed before?
I'm keenly aware of the Pride coming before the Fall . . . but I really do like what I've been able to do here.