Quotes Modesty Novels & Stories

‘Those who belittle others are usually so little themselves. Small people belittle others. Great people make others feel they to can become great.’ Quote by Nick Verd. April barely had time to plaster a small smile on her face, still covering her braces, before they entered the hall. To claps and cheers. In her mind, she had very little to be happy about right now. The way Noah had looked at her made her self-conscious of her overweight body. She didn’t want to be here.

“They’re… modest.” The attendant spoke smoothly. “They’re from a limited collection. Handcrafted. Very durable.” Durable. I almost smiled. Julian chuckled. “If that’s what you want.” He gestured. “We can look at something grander too.” “No,” I said gently. “I want these.” Something passed over Julian’s face then, surprise, then relief. He mistook my choice for humility. For shrinking. Weston nodded slowly. “Choosing simplicity can be grounding,” she said, pleased with her own interpretation.

People speak less conclusively. More tentatively. Questions linger longer. There’s more “I’m not sure” in the room. It slows us down. And something subtle returns. Curiosity. I notice it in myself too. I stop finishing thoughts before others complete theirs. I let unfamiliar interpretations stand without rushing to refine them. Conviction doesn’t disappear. It softens. Becomes porous. That’s the bow. Not submission. Acknowledgment that clarity is provisional. One night, I write: Humility is not doubting what you know.

Such was the situation that elicited gossip and remarks. "Why is Charmine not here yet? Is she unable to take the risk and run away at the last minute?" "Haha! For sure! She must've known that she’s unable to win, so she doesn’t dare to show up!" "And yet she sounded so bold last night! She's like a turtle that shrinks back into its shell. This is a waste of my time!" "She shouldn’t have made such a big deal out of herself. Now, she has embarrassed herself!" "She spoke before her brain could make sense of things, and now, she doesn’t even have the courage to show up? She’s just a fake mogul, it seems!"

Her head had been lowered to the floor all through and irrespective of the fact that he suspected her to be the one, he just proved it now. Emily’s heart raced as she peered into his eyes, trying so hard to prevent her knees from feeling wobbly. “Go on, Emily, answer the question”, Richard said as he sat up and quickly wore a stern gaze. “All I can say is that I would work with humility, knowing that it is the core trait every human should possess”, Emily replied calmly as other ladies giggled in mockery. They were probably thinking that she was so dumb to give an answer that was so swift and straight to the point.

The woman who claimed to be Clarissa replied very modestly: “But we are merely distant relatives and are not that close. Our family business is also not as big as theirs. Their family assets have long exceeded a hundred billion US dollars, but our family assets only amount to a few billion US dollars, which is not even a fraction of theirs. The difference is too big, and my family is really not worth mentioning at all compared to them.” Having said that, the other party sent another voice message: “If you hadn’t mentioned that my last name is very rare, I wouldn’t have mentioned this relationship to you. After all, he is my distant relative, and if I constantly talk about how I am related to

another asked, voice low, “do you really believe you belong here? Or do you still feel like you’re playing dress-up?” “If I’m playing dress-up,” I said calmly, “I must be good at it. After all, your husbands are eating at my table and sleeping under my roof.” That bought me a few seconds of silence. Then came the inevitable: “You do dress so modestly now. Interesting, for someone with your… past.” “Or maybe dignity isn’t about skin,” I replied. “It’s about not needing your approval.” The air thickened. Then a new voice cut through.

, he says clumsily and a bit confused by the situation, “ But you don't have to submit to it, ma'am.” I understand what she means. The modesty that we are taught by society makes us believe that whoever chooses sensuality is doomed to devaluation. “ Believe me, girl, there is no knowledge that is not necessary if it is used in the right place and at the right time. It doesn't make you worse than others, only the smartest one who is able to knock down all the obstacles that will arise in front of you”, I touch her chin with my right index finger, boosting her confidence.

the woman exclaimed. "I agree. It wasn't until now that I realized the higher the status someone has, the more humble they tend to be. Just look at Mrs. Ford, she is almost as approachable as the girl-next-door, while those self-absorbed women with much lower status act all high and mighty," another mother responded sarcastically.

quidnunc (someone who likes to gossip) Thanks for reminding me and I am sweet and nice until his bullshit starts . *FYI, conscience has no gender* Ms.Quidnunc said. And for God's sake can you shut up because this man here is gawking at me as if I am the deficit in his business leading to decrease in his profits. *Come one bela, I know you took economics in 11th because your parents forced you. But, deficit? Profit? He is staring at you because you are literally not saying anything but giving thousands of expressions on your face*