Quotes Modesty Novelas e Histórias

“Fine. I’ve almost finished here. How about we send a message to your father informing him we’ll attend his celebration? Ugh, this is a humbling thought. I don’t have any experience running any territory, nor have the slightest idea of how to act appropriately for this new station. Dread is overwhelming and I’m worried I’ll make a mistake and embarrass you.” “George, if I was worried about how embarrassing something or someone was, I wouldn’t do anything because I regularly embarrass myself. You need to remember humble won’t get you anywhere but used, abused, or dead, so never apologize to anyone except maybe my father for being unaware of something. I’m not saying lie about what you know. J

He leans his head down slightly, his nose brushing against my forehead as he takes a deep breath. I feel it. The way his chest rises. The way his arms tighten around me for just a moment longer. “You are the best… best from everyone,” he murmurs. I blink, caught off guard. “Yeah, I know,” I say, nodding slightly. It is not arrogance. It is just truth, the way I understand it. He pulls back just enough to look at me, a quiet chuckle leaving him. “Being modest is not your strongest trait, right?”

Jade smiled at Paul and said straightforwardly, "Nice to meet you, Mr. Spaulding. I'm Jade Severin." Paul hesitated for a moment before smiling. "Oh, I've heard Kennedy mention you before. Anyone he praised must be remarkable." "Grandpa dotes on me. I dare not take credit," Jade said without any hint of triumph. Dealing with people like Paul required her to be on her guard. Showing too much pride might prompt him to look down on her, whereas excessive modesty might convey a lack of courage. Jade remained composed, neither excessively flattering nor overly eager to please. Her natural demeanor appeared to please Paul somewhat, as he ushered them into the pavilion, and they all settled into th

Then he adds, “and you look super cute. You always look super cute.” “Oh, now you’re pushing it — I’m not at my best right now, and you know it.” But somehow, you think he means it. Your slippers are new, and your pajama pants are really cute, you must admit. Your panties aren’t your sexiest ones for sure… but you doubt he’ll care, if things get that far. Your shirt is old and comfy, but not ratty or dirty… oh, shit, you just now become aware that you don’t have a bra on, so, well, if he’s a tit man he’ll get a good show if you keep getting more excited. Which you are, especially with his mouth at your neck like this. “Don’t sell yourself short. False humility isn’t sexy.”

His presence alone echoed professionalism. We didn’t need to speak to gain permission to walk in—we looked the part. And people noticed. As we reached the reception desk, I leaned slightly toward the counter, offering a warm smile. “Good day, ma’am,” I said, my tone respectful and sincere. Rule number one: always treat people with kindness—especially those who appear modest or overlooked. Not because you’re trying to manipulate an outcome, but because when you’ve lived, when you’ve matured, you realize that life is fleeting. Everything—fame, wealth, power—is vanity.

“My father raised me. Modestly.” She wasn’t going to tell them that her mother abandoned them when she was just a little kid. The last thing she needed from these rich men was their pity “Modestly,” Alfred echoed. “Meaning…?” She lifted her chin slightly. “Meaning I wasn’t born with a silver spoon, sir. But I’ve learned to polish one just fine. Sir” Another beat of silence. Ryan let out a slight smirk, but he didn’t say a word, only kept his eyes boring into Emily’s face.

“Your breasts are still perfect even after all these years, and that’s exactly why I picked the open-back dress. And don’t even get me started on your shape. You have such a beautiful figure, yet you insist on hiding it under loose clothes as though you’re ashamed of it.” Her words stung, not because they were cruel, but because they were true. I had gotten used to hiding, to shrinking myself, to making sure nobody noticed me. Responsibility, modesty, caution — those had been the pillars of my wardrobe for years. I turned my gaze away from the mirror, crossing my arms stubbornly.

“But of course, that’s always the case with women who are naturally modest. You wear it well, Harper. You don’t need anything flashy.” I nod once, barely, and keep my hands folded tightly in my lap so he won’t see them shaking. He talks like he’s complimenting me, but every word lands like a rule being written in ink. I'm shocked by how good he is at sounding like a gentleman while he does it.

“It means, I’ve seen bigger. And better. And they didn’t make a scene over something this minor. So why are you making a fuss?” For a moment, the room froze. Then Raina’s voice cut through like a blade. “Maybe because they’re sluts, and they don’t have self-respect. But me? I was raised with values. Where I come from, modesty isn’t a joke. And neither is dignity.” Aaron stopped unbuttoning his shirt and looked at her, not saying a word. “Besides, your eyes were full of lust and nothing more while you were standing there. If you’d actually seen better, I doubt you would’ve stared for that long,” Raina added sharply, her tone laced with frustration and indignation.

“You handled yourself perfectly in that meeting. I saw the way you spoke, the way you… commanded attention without trying to. That’s rare.” Her cheeks flushed deeper, and I caught her bite her lower lip, a subtle gesture that made my pulse quicken. She was modest, yes, but she carried confidence in her work, in her abilities, in her presence. I wanted to see her realize that herself, to feel proud without hesitation or apology.