Novel & Cerita Quotes Modesty

If he felt like there was a need to do so, she could not decline him. “I didn’t expect you to be so shameless,” Quincy said in a mocking tone. “There are a lot of things that you don’t know. I can give you time to understand me.” “Scram…”

Chapter 23 I like to think of myself as an attractive young woman, one who's kind and blushes at the very idea of dirtying her reputation. I've always been a prim and proper lady with a sense of modesty. I've never used 'fuck' when talking. All that stops today as I stare at the man that has continuously plagued my dreams.

"Modesty. Humility," his grandfather said. "These were the words that shaped how a good leader should act. Not just in how they dressed, but through what they said as well. And a leader that is not humble can never truly understand what their people are going through. You cannot change this pack for the better if you do not understand the issues that the people are going through." "But what about bravery and respect?" Shiro asked. He loved these lessons, but sometimes they didn't make sense.

“I shouldn’t begin without being at one-hundred percent. I’ll rest for a few hours and then begin.” “That should be enough,” she said with a nod. “Thanks to you,” I said. To my surprise, she blushed. Of all of the traits that I’d discovered in this surprisingly kind, generous, and complex people, modesty and humility hadn’t been something that I’d considered until then. Of course, it made sense that such generous people would exercise humility. Even so, it surprised me. “It wasn’t my intention to embarrass you. Don’t you complement each other around here?” I asked with surprise.

She knew she could not change Clarice’s mind, but she could get news that she was interested in. “That’s because you guys are hypocrites. We could have just talked it out, there’s no need for secrets,” Clarice said. Her words might sound unpleasant, but it was how the socialites of the upper social circle had always behaved. They could have just said ‘yes’ or ‘no’, but they chose to say ‘maybe’, a vague answer that would leave people guessing. Even if they hated someone, they would smile and politely distance themselves from that particular person. Their ladylike behavior was the reason why they lost their true self.

Her faint wrinkles are now crevasses of time, etched so deeply into her small face it is hard to imagine where the burrowing folds end. “So what happened to your cottage, is it just standing empty somewhere?” I ask as I prepare a foul smelling green herbed brew in her rattling copper kettle. “It disintegrated. Every move I made weakened it a little more.” “I better not start off in a huge castle then, probably cave in after one move.” “It has happened before. Modesty is always preferred. It keeps you humble.” Living in a shitty little cavern of nik-naks. It would keep me insane, not humble, but I decided not to elaborate on that point. “Good point.”

It would be better he is tagged an abuser instead. 'Can you not get something more, you know, modest?' Wendy asked. 'You don't have a choice. This is not your decision to make. You have a fairly good body. A little skin bared here and there and you could pass as sexy for someone who does not pay close attention to the details. Get dressed so I can get this heartache over with. I wonder where all this modesty talk is coming from. We both know there's nothing modest about you.' Barbara added before she flipped her hair and left the room.

It made Haisley blush instantly. 'Ma, don't teach someone else's child to be cheap,' Nathan said, disliking her tone. Mrs. Monica shrugged again. 'Cheap? For Mommy , cheap is subjective, Nath. It depends on how you look at it. 'You see a woman dressed in a mini skirt and call her cheap, but after you get to know her, she turns out to be devout to God and her parents. Then you worship a woman who behaves politely and seems nice, but behind her modest dress, she's a tycoon's mistress. In your opinion, who's cheaper?

Chloe Shameless are many words. Shameless is your husband cheating on you with the maid. Shameless is when they grope each other like rabid animals, like you’re nothing more than a ghost haunting the walls of your own home. Shameless is the way they laugh, touch, and linger around the house without even the decency to pretend you exist. Shameless is when your family looks at you, shrugs, and says, “Deal with it.” But this... this wasn’t shamelessness. This was something far uglier, something so disgusting it made shameless seem like a compliment. This was a new level of humiliation, a new depth of degradation.

“I hear you’re already quite popular among the students.” “I find that hard to believe,” I say, keeping my tone light but noncommittal. “Oh you’re far too modest,” she counters, stepping closer. “Stoic, disciplined and not a single rumor to tarnish your reputation… yet. That’s practically a scandal in itself if you ask me.” I offer a polite smile, one that doesn’t promise more than required. “I prefer to keep things simple, Miss Adler.” “Jessica,” she corrects with a soft laugh, clearly unfazed. “I suppose I’ll just have to see if I can make you a little less mysterious. To me at least.”