Quotes Modesty Novels & Stories

she cut in. "Well, on that note. . ." Jason hesitated for a moment as if contemplating. "You're right." They laughed. "Modesty is not one of your best qualities, buddy, I have to admit," Brad said, clapping Jason on the back. "But hey, if you can back it up, you can be as proud as you want." "I'd have to agree," Doris chimed in, smiling. "Pride is not a bad thing if it's not blind."

She was running out of groceries and needed to stock her kitchen before the hectic week starts. Inside the cab, she made a resolution to be humble henceforth, she didn't mind what it would cost her but she was ready to make humility count in her daily life. Her mind went back to the kiss again, she knew she had to tell someone about it. This chapter was rushed and unedited. Just wanted to drop something, Go easy when you want to give your comments and reviews please. What do you think about Ben's decision? I think it's the best though cos Humility is the best attribute one could ever wish to have. Star❤

Suddenly all the rest of the students exclaimed almost simultaneously, and the gray man had to smile. "I am glad that you do not understand that, because it shows that you are already firmly and safely on Hyaun's path," he said with satisfaction. “And never forget: the highest virtue is self-modesty. Never ask for more for yourself than you really need and always share what you have with others. Then you are an honorable member of the Hyaun community. ”He paused, obviously to let his words sink in. "There's one thing I still don't understand!" Raen burst into the meaningful silence. "If we are the farmer with the cow and Askhar is the neighbor who knocks on our door, then we are no better th

When life was simple and two people just adored each other in secrecy. I hurried down the corridor, careful not to trip over the long skirts of my dress. Another thing I despised. Modesty in all shapes and forms. When a woman was defined by how she looked or acted. Good or bad. Never just alive. She had to be placed into a category. Fit a certain aesthetic. Always good. Never bad. Because a bad woman was a woman undesirable to men. Which was scandalous, of course.

“Hummmm… I mean, if that’s what it takes. I have lots of sass left.” “You want me to dominate you? Make you obey?” She pulled back long enough to give me one warning look. I waggled my eyebrows at her and she snorted again. “You’re such a goof.” “A very handsome one, though, right? A strapping Alpha. Powerful.” “Modest, too.” “That’s another thing you humans do—all this pretending when you aren’t attractive, or strong. All this false modesty. It’s not arrogant to know your strengths. It’s arrogant to make yourself better than someone else for having something God gave you.”

I couldn't believe I had to go through all this just because of some cruel remarks; the dress had looked perfect on me, or at least, that's what I had believed. I still never understood why Jack was so adamant about my modesty. He never explained it, and I had grown too fearful over the years to ask anymore. All I knew was that, for some reason, Jack found it to be of the utmost importance to keep me hidden away from the world.

I shrugged, "Losing builds character." "I have enough character," he winked. "So modest," I responded with a roll of my eyes. He leaned forward, "I'll tell you a secret, my ego? It's all part of the charm, and the ladies really like my charm." I scoffed, "Bullshit, they like your looks and your money." He stared at me intently before shoving me on my back, lifting himself he hovered over my body, his face way too close to mine. I gulped, forcing myself to keep eye contact with him.

Every functioning organ in me stopped working at the statement. She'd be humble. Her background? So first, they wanted a wife from a lower background because she'd take whatever they dished out to her. Humility means taking whatever was being dished out to you. That's it. Oh my god. My head spun around as my memories tried rushing back. The same cycle. Goodness, I was about to repeat the same goddamn cycle. “Calvin…” Mrs Logan stressed and hurried to us, “Why will you say that?”

“I suppose I’ll need to be more… measured in my interactions.” “Precisely,” Salima replied. “Politeness is expected, but overdoing it will make you appear insincere—or worse, desperate. The key is to be genuine but guarded. Observe more than you speak, at least in the beginning. And when you do speak, choose your words carefully.” I took a deep breath, absorbing her advice. It was a lot to take in, but I was determined to get it right. “Thank you, Salima. I’ll remember that.”

It mattered a lot. Asher felt the corner of his mouth lift slightly. He shook his head, still a little stunned. “I didn’t think anyone was paying that much attention.” he lied. He was Asher Storm. People paid attention to him — always had, always would — no matter what was going on in his life. If he so much as coughed the wrong way, the whole country was hearing it as breaking news. Trying to act like it was a surprise was pointless. "If modesty is what you're going for, you need to stop. Right now." Wilson mumbled.