Honor Quotes - Page 2

Deep layers of context are missed when cursorily reading for quantity at the expense of comprehension - only the vapid are impressed by those who try to squeeze as many books as possible into each passing month as if shoving one more oiled hot dog down the gullet in a food eating contest to prove accumulation superiority.

It's not about saying your sorry, or expecting me to forgive you. It's about showing love and respect to the people in your life each day you get to breathe. It's about taking responsibility for your decisions, honoring your commitments, and not fucking up in the first place.

What is left when honor is lost?

There is no dishonor in wisdom.

True honor does not crave recognition, as true wisdom craves not publicity. The great heroes and the great men of wisdom walk silently through the bypaths of mankind.

There is no beauty in sadness. No honor in suffering. No growth in fear. No relief in hate. It’s just a waste of perfectly good happiness.

Human happiness and moral duty are inseparably connected.

People will inevitably take it upon themselves to change the entire dynamic of your life.

Honor from death,” I snap, “is a myth. Invented by the war torn to make sense of the horrific. If we die, it will be so that others may live. Truly honorable death, the only honorable death, is one that enables life.

I love the name of honor more than I fear death.

We should keep the dead before our eyes, and honor them as though still living

I paid, got up, walked
to the door, opened
it.

I heard the man
say, "that guy's
nuts."

out on the street I
walked north
feeling
curiously
honored.

If I lived by some code, my actions would become predictable. The enemy would take advantage of this and I’d be killed. An honorable death doesn’t exist. Death is death. But it’s funny that survival and revenge require the same thing: no honor codes, no supposed higher principles to aspire to, no mercy

And for the support of this declaration, with a firm reliance on the protection of divine providence, we mutually pledge to each other our lives, our fortunes and our sacred honor.

Old age doth in sharp pains abound;
We are belabored by the gout,
Our blindness is a dark profound,
Our deafness each one laughs about.
Then reason's light with falling ray
Doth but a trembling flicker cast.
Honor to age, ye children pay!
Alas! my fifty years are past!

Sometimes the heart of a weary soul needs a simple moment of love and light shined upon it, or reflected back to it. That momentary connection might be the one thing that inspires a person to take one more step and move in a positive new direction.

It is an honorable charge to shine the light
and stand up for what is true, just, and right.
Guardians of Light know innately that whenever we insert honor, love, and truth into any experience, we shall always remove pain.

During any experience placed before us, we can stay in alignment with positivity, truth, and goodness by asking the question: What would honor and love do here?

We can honor our emotions after any traumatic event by moving through the experience centered in the heart with the goal of reaching the light on the other side.

There is no dishonor in losing the race. There is only dishonor in not racing because you are afraid to lose.