i feel proud when i look at what my friend achieve, at what my boy and i achieve together. At how from such small beginnings we have come together to create such beauty from pain. Its in these moments that i look at him and my love feels overwhelming.
I’m proud of me, i survived. i got a new job when i needed one.
proud um reminds me of that country song ‘proud to be an american.’ it also reminds me of how proud my mother was when i told her that i was on the crew team at my college, even though i walked on with my roommate and zero experience. people seem to be proud over very insignificant moments.
Its not htat I feel proud its that i feel demeaneed, yet happy that I have forced myself to do so many things. But yet, I am not proud at all of any of them. That time i kicked that janitor, anxd that time I bit the retarded kid. That is life, at least be proud of what you did, and not of what you might possibly maybe probably not do.
I like to think that pride is a product of the human will realizing that in its self and its ability to accomplish things within this reality lies the spark of genius and perfection that makes us unique beings
Proud is good and proud is bad sometimes as pride comes before a fall. I’ve just been looking at Lions and they live in a Pride too, which is related to “proud”. Are they too proud ? I don’t know about that. Awareness of the sin of pride can sometimes lead to a huge emphasisis on personal modesty which can in turn lead to an overkill of self effacement, which as well as being modest can also lead to inferiority, and it is is a pain to hear someone who is successful deny it in the name of modesty when in fact what they should be is properly proud. Being proud without being a pain: that is the question. Pride – One of the 7 Deadly Sins. Pride – It comes before a fall
Boy im proud to be given this honor of writing about pride man. This is so awesome. I would thank someone but we all know im the only one worthy of being thanked here.
And my teachers said i would never amount to anything.. hah, well i showed them.
Though i dont have much more to type about now, except filler material
Oh my goodness. I’m certainly not quite sure of myself currently. Oh, geez. Pride, not much to say about this except it’s definitely made my life a bit harder. Ahhh…oh golly, that line sure is gettin’ red! Ohhhh! Ooops.
She read her name in the weirdest way, her voice dripping with a lame sense of pride. The people watched her in awe and horror, hating the way she felt about herself. She would never bow down to them, not even at her death. Her neck snapped on the way down.
Her pride killed her…and saved her.
i am not proud of myself nor others. we all seem to have faults.and we all hold ourselves deeply responsible. To be proud of oneself is to admit that we are capable of greatness. For some odd reason, this world, this society, this peoples, seem to fear the idea that we can be perfect. We seem to fear the idea that we can achieve what we set out to do.
to be accepting this award, thank you very much. Pride is a sense of achivement which is taken or rather earnmed from once own achivements. It is the culmination of once thinking and ability to quantify the quality of their life.
Being proud is an attribute that most people try to avoid.
The pride is that brigs most of us down.
One feels proud about achieveing some staisfactory event, project or similar noteworthy occasion.
I’m proud I got through this day with only a few hours of sleep. I was able to review for the big local exam that I’d be taking after two months. I’m just proud but not too proud, insecurities are always haunting me.
i am so proud.
proud of everything.
me. you. him. her. that. everything.
don’t you think im proud?
im way prouder then you!
no one can compare!
Proud is my middle name.
Proud of exactly what you say?
proud of my life! everything!
EVERYTHING!
to be proud means you can have too much pride. this can work for you and against you. If you are too proud, you may lose out and never experience what others who don’t care as much will. Don’t be too proud, but have pride in yourself. That is the way to be.
I looked proudly unto the shinning gold. There it was, new and perfect.
Today I would be the first to wear this crown, the crown once worn by my forefathers, but lost to the sea in the Artic Wars.
Now remade, it was my correnation.
Power and glory would be restored to my family name.
Last week, I brought my son to his first Gym class. He’s three years old, and very headstrong already. He stepped up to the teacher — she presented him with his first challenge — roll on a mat. He laughed as he got up after that first roll.. And I was safe to assume he would have a good time.
i am proud to be an indian. the person who is proud of his country is the one who respects the heritage of the country. it doesnt take any different or extra ordinary speciality to be a true patriotic. the pride must come from within. i am proud of my family. just like i am proud of my country. the love, the respect is natural. to be proud of something or someone is a gesture of love. it makes the other person feel great and the trust is built up automatically. to be proud just needs a pure heart.
i can’t remember ever feeling proud, or the alien sensation of another feeling pride for me. It makes for an interesting perspective on life, now one comes to think about it.
So proud I was. What a moment. The big moment of my life. I loved it. I stood up there on the podium with everyone watching me, waiting for me to speak, their mouths open, their eyes begging me to say something profound and I held them there in the grip of my power and then finally, finally when they could wait no longer, when they were just about to turn to their neighbour and say something, I too opened my mouth and out of my mouth came one word and that word was ‘proud.’
i don’t think i’m making them proud anymore. i used to be such an easy source of it in their lives. god i disappoint so many people. what were we supposed to be at this age? maybe a mindless drone, but who is that pleasing? i’d rather have a heart than a degree i got from isolating myself. i can’t be proud of who i am yet, but i’m proud of the fucking progress.
There’s a gallery in London called Proud and I’ve always wondered if the name was an intentional statement, that the owner was proud of having doen it, or a statement about the inhabitants, they should be proud to have gone there. Either way, it seems very optimistic. Which isn’t a bad thing.
i was really proud of my body for my whole 20 years until now, when my once brutally honest husband decided to hide his porn habit from me. now i go back and look at all the asian girls and tiny teen blondes and feel sick with myself.
sometimes i wonder if the people who say they are proud actually are. I don’t think i have ever felt pride in someone else, I’ve felt good about my own accomplishments but i guess I’m self-centered. i cant see how anyone can feel that feeling for me or anyone else when its takes so much for me to feel it even for myself.
happy oh so happy
like a gian’ puffed up monkey
swinging from the tree
with his tail in air
like he just don’ care
of who?
o’ what?
no – no one in particular
no one
he said out loud
among the crowd
how’d
you do?
I seem to have a lot of issues in concern to my pride – my proud nature seems to be my downfall. I will do anything to avoid being the lesser of a group; I can thus understand Mr. Darcy of ‘Pride and Prejudice’. Without my pride, I don’t think I would have half the issues that I have today.
Why I’m so proud for. I going to funk American Lit again this semester! I don’t know what to do with my time and money that I spend on the Internet! I wish I could go back to my carefree days of my youth.
are they ever going to change the word from proud?
I feel it is racist to have replaced a punk girl in Gossip Girl books with a proud ethnic girl in the TV show.
unnecessary at times, formidable needed at others
i feel proud when i look at what my friend achieve, at what my boy and i achieve together. At how from such small beginnings we have come together to create such beauty from pain. Its in these moments that i look at him and my love feels overwhelming.
I’m proud of me, i survived. i got a new job when i needed one.
proud um reminds me of that country song ‘proud to be an american.’ it also reminds me of how proud my mother was when i told her that i was on the crew team at my college, even though i walked on with my roommate and zero experience. people seem to be proud over very insignificant moments.
Its not htat I feel proud its that i feel demeaneed, yet happy that I have forced myself to do so many things. But yet, I am not proud at all of any of them. That time i kicked that janitor, anxd that time I bit the retarded kid. That is life, at least be proud of what you did, and not of what you might possibly maybe probably not do.
I like to think that pride is a product of the human will realizing that in its self and its ability to accomplish things within this reality lies the spark of genius and perfection that makes us unique beings
he was proud he had achieved such a feat. For a boy his age at was enough to astonish even the most profound fighter.
Proud is good and proud is bad sometimes as pride comes before a fall. I’ve just been looking at Lions and they live in a Pride too, which is related to “proud”. Are they too proud ? I don’t know about that. Awareness of the sin of pride can sometimes lead to a huge emphasisis on personal modesty which can in turn lead to an overkill of self effacement, which as well as being modest can also lead to inferiority, and it is is a pain to hear someone who is successful deny it in the name of modesty when in fact what they should be is properly proud. Being proud without being a pain: that is the question. Pride – One of the 7 Deadly Sins. Pride – It comes before a fall
like someone eating candy while walking across the street. to much money to eat vegtibles.
Boy im proud to be given this honor of writing about pride man. This is so awesome. I would thank someone but we all know im the only one worthy of being thanked here.
And my teachers said i would never amount to anything.. hah, well i showed them.
Though i dont have much more to type about now, except filler material
I cant understand.. How sad
Oh my goodness. I’m certainly not quite sure of myself currently. Oh, geez. Pride, not much to say about this except it’s definitely made my life a bit harder. Ahhh…oh golly, that line sure is gettin’ red! Ohhhh! Ooops.
She read her name in the weirdest way, her voice dripping with a lame sense of pride. The people watched her in awe and horror, hating the way she felt about herself. She would never bow down to them, not even at her death. Her neck snapped on the way down.
Her pride killed her…and saved her.
i am not proud of myself nor others. we all seem to have faults.and we all hold ourselves deeply responsible. To be proud of oneself is to admit that we are capable of greatness. For some odd reason, this world, this society, this peoples, seem to fear the idea that we can be perfect. We seem to fear the idea that we can achieve what we set out to do.
to be accepting this award, thank you very much. Pride is a sense of achivement which is taken or rather earnmed from once own achivements. It is the culmination of once thinking and ability to quantify the quality of their life.
Being proud is an attribute that most people try to avoid.
The pride is that brigs most of us down.
One feels proud about achieveing some staisfactory event, project or similar noteworthy occasion.
I’m proud I got through this day with only a few hours of sleep. I was able to review for the big local exam that I’d be taking after two months. I’m just proud but not too proud, insecurities are always haunting me.
i am so proud.
proud of everything.
me. you. him. her. that. everything.
don’t you think im proud?
im way prouder then you!
no one can compare!
Proud is my middle name.
Proud of exactly what you say?
proud of my life! everything!
EVERYTHING!
to be proud means you can have too much pride. this can work for you and against you. If you are too proud, you may lose out and never experience what others who don’t care as much will. Don’t be too proud, but have pride in yourself. That is the way to be.
I am proud to be a Bangladeshi
I looked proudly unto the shinning gold. There it was, new and perfect.
Today I would be the first to wear this crown, the crown once worn by my forefathers, but lost to the sea in the Artic Wars.
Now remade, it was my correnation.
Power and glory would be restored to my family name.
Last week, I brought my son to his first Gym class. He’s three years old, and very headstrong already. He stepped up to the teacher — she presented him with his first challenge — roll on a mat. He laughed as he got up after that first roll.. And I was safe to assume he would have a good time.
i am proud to be an indian. the person who is proud of his country is the one who respects the heritage of the country. it doesnt take any different or extra ordinary speciality to be a true patriotic. the pride must come from within. i am proud of my family. just like i am proud of my country. the love, the respect is natural. to be proud of something or someone is a gesture of love. it makes the other person feel great and the trust is built up automatically. to be proud just needs a pure heart.
i can’t remember ever feeling proud, or the alien sensation of another feeling pride for me. It makes for an interesting perspective on life, now one comes to think about it.
as a lion< is on his belly after a gazzelle.horns were tough tho
So proud I was. What a moment. The big moment of my life. I loved it. I stood up there on the podium with everyone watching me, waiting for me to speak, their mouths open, their eyes begging me to say something profound and I held them there in the grip of my power and then finally, finally when they could wait no longer, when they were just about to turn to their neighbour and say something, I too opened my mouth and out of my mouth came one word and that word was ‘proud.’
i don’t think i’m making them proud anymore. i used to be such an easy source of it in their lives. god i disappoint so many people. what were we supposed to be at this age? maybe a mindless drone, but who is that pleasing? i’d rather have a heart than a degree i got from isolating myself. i can’t be proud of who i am yet, but i’m proud of the fucking progress.
There’s a gallery in London called Proud and I’ve always wondered if the name was an intentional statement, that the owner was proud of having doen it, or a statement about the inhabitants, they should be proud to have gone there. Either way, it seems very optimistic. Which isn’t a bad thing.
Who I am, what I am, where I’m from, what I wear, the things in life I always ask- do these questions even fucking matter to me?
Look at the facts- overweight, smoker, casual drug user, weekend binge drinker, big time party animal.
My mother would be so proud.
i was really proud of my body for my whole 20 years until now, when my once brutally honest husband decided to hide his porn habit from me. now i go back and look at all the asian girls and tiny teen blondes and feel sick with myself.
This word means nothing to me.
and loud
he is, lost in a world of stain glass and
sudden sun sets, his flock cut in half by
the bulldozers making way for starbucks and cvs.
proud is to be happy from someone or even yourself because of good works
parents. will they be proud of me. I am of them. When will I be proud of myself. Tomorrow or maybe I was already.
sometimes i wonder if the people who say they are proud actually are. I don’t think i have ever felt pride in someone else, I’ve felt good about my own accomplishments but i guess I’m self-centered. i cant see how anyone can feel that feeling for me or anyone else when its takes so much for me to feel it even for myself.
happy oh so happy
like a gian’ puffed up monkey
swinging from the tree
with his tail in air
like he just don’ care
of who?
o’ what?
no – no one in particular
no one
he said out loud
among the crowd
how’d
you do?
I seem to have a lot of issues in concern to my pride – my proud nature seems to be my downfall. I will do anything to avoid being the lesser of a group; I can thus understand Mr. Darcy of ‘Pride and Prejudice’. Without my pride, I don’t think I would have half the issues that I have today.
Why I’m so proud for. I going to funk American Lit again this semester! I don’t know what to do with my time and money that I spend on the Internet! I wish I could go back to my carefree days of my youth.