*Pride is emphatically treated as the
antithesis of Love.
It is also the longest distance between
He wears a shroud of pride- high level
of self gratification and perception that
he is always right.
Claiming absolute mastery over himself.
Concealing his weaknesses with pride’s
grin as a pathetic relic of insanity.
He speaks with a condescending
eloquence, reveling in himself with an
exalting form of self expression.
Quick to defend himself even when he
knows that he is wrong, having minions
cheer him on because he knows that they
are only inflaming his already enlarged ego.
He reeks of pride- ignoring the stench
that exists in his twisted mind.
Openly displaying personal perception of
insanity as pride squanders what he desires
most. “I” becomes more important than
“we” in a self created rich singularity.
Generating vanity and humility like a
historical Greek tragedy.
He is adamant to reason, trashes other
opinions and hides behind a glass wall
thinking that he knows enough and is
better than everyone else.
His pride is engulfed in the theory that
emotional fury will defeat his enemy.
So, he invests in a barrage of feelings-
burning his soul with fueled words as
his pride soars and cinders darken his
eyes of understanding, brewing snobbish
self conceit leading to arrogance.
Shards of pride lay shattered on his bed.
Love grows when a man is dying.
He wallows in loneliness, self pity and regret-
munching chords of broken bridges as his
guffaw is suddenly silenced in pride’s
casket of humiliation.
Pride kills a man before he truly dies.
You won’t get fat if you swallow your pride!
“Vanity and pride are different things, though the words are often used synonymously.
A person may be proud without being vain. Pride relates more to our opinions of
Ourselves, vanity to what we would have others think of us.”
Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice.
“It is better to lose your pride with someone you love rather than to lose that someone you
love with your useless pride.”