A Quote by Richelle Mead

There's a reason they say,"Pride goeth before a fall. — © Richelle Mead
There's a reason they say,"Pride goeth before a fall.
Pride goeth before the fall....but you've already fallen, haven't you?
A little arrogance (or even a lot) isn't such a bad thing, although your mother undoubtedly told you different. Mine did. "Pride goeth before a fall, Stephen", she said... and then I found out - right around the age that is 19 x 2 - that eventually you fall down, anyway.
When I'm considering an idea, and there is an element of hubris involved, I generally feel comfortable that it's going to be a good story. Pride goeth before a fall. It's an element of a lot of big stories.
Pride goes before a fall, they say, And yet we often find, The folks who throw all pride away Most often fall behind.
Pryde will have a fall;For pryde goeth before and shame commeth after.
Pride comes before a fall - although in [Henry Kissinger's] case it's more conceit than pride.
Pride may go before a fall, but jealousy goes before destruction.
Pride goes before destruction and a haughty spirit before a fall.
Nature, reason, and Christianity recognize no other. Pride may say Nay; but Pride was always a liar, and a great hater of the truth.
'Black' is an adjective, in my book, and the way I use it, sometimes I'll say 'black people.' But if I'm talking about a person, I'm going to say 'a Negro,' because I was taught to say that, and I don't see any reason to change it. I don't think that gives pride or anything else. I don't think you get pride by calling yourself this or that.
Who goeth a borrowing. Goeth a sorrowing.
Don't be cocky, 'Pride cometh before the fall
A lot of people will say different stuff like, 'You can't do it.' They'll say no before I even say anything. You just have to believe in yourself, and there's a reason they might say no, because they probably haven't seen it before.
Like pride, blind optimism may go before a fall.
Hurry not a woman's favor; neither forcer her hastily to surrender to thee. For she goeth into love as she goeth into the waters at the seashore; first a hand and then a lip goeth she in by littles. She diveth not, she leapeth not from the pier; but by gentle shocks and cries of protest she entereth slowly; yet when the waters of love encompass her, then she is supported. She swimmeth in her joy; she floateth on the tide of happiness.
I'm keenly aware of the Pride coming before the Fall . . . but I really do like what I've been able to do here.
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