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Mick had once come across one of Wilson't books and was surprised to see his face on the back cover. Mick was even more surprised when he read the book. It was pretty good, although Mick was kind of tired of hearing about Indians. Still, Mick thought, Aristotle Little Hawk was a good Indian, even if he was just some character in a book. He wished more Indians like Little Hawk hung out in the bar. He knew Wilson claimed he had some Indian blood, said so inside the book. But Mick did not buy that shit. Mick's great-grandmother was a little bit Indian, but that did not make him Indian. Besides, who the hell would want to be Indian when you could just as easily be white?
— Sherman Alexie, Indian Killer
She had a pretty good idea what Tony was seeking. He couldn't look at her without seeing her mother, and father, and brother. He needed to know for certain that she would never share their point of view, one which saw nothing beyond the color of his skin. 		 Janet wanted to abolish his doubts but could not, for the simple reason that she did see Tony's color. The genesis of their love was physical attraction, and his complexion had lured her the same as hers undoubtedly pulled him. It was not his blackness that she fell in love with, but it was a part of him, and therefore, a part of what she loved.
— Roy L. Pickering Jr., Patches Of Grey
The USPS is the only place in the world where you will find a black guy, a white guy, and a hispanic guy playing Filipino poker! And we love it that way!
— Rhoda D'Ettore, Goin' Postal: True Stories of a U.S. Postal Worker & The Creek: Where Stories of the Past Come Alive
At best, the natural good-nature is edged with complaint or has changed into sullenness and gloom. And now and then it blazes forth in veiled but hot anger.
— W.E.B. Du Bois, The Souls of Black Folk
It’s almost like that’s the definition of being American: You love becoming Irish for a day, or becoming Italian… Or becoming a Negro for four years.
— Josh Alan Friedman, Black Cracker
Conversely, the red plant itself burns a brighter red when set off by the green than when it grows among its peers. In the bed I always reserved for poinsettia seedlings, there was little to distinguish one plant from its neighbours. My poinsettia did not turn scarlet until I planted it in new surroundings. Colour is not something one has, colour is bestowed on one by others.
— Arthur Japin, De zwarte met het witte hart
Black is not a vice. Nor is segregation a virtue.
— Kiese Laymon, Long Division
I wanted to drag them all out, flay us all, destroy all the artificial separations of history. You'd merely done what I had, after all--split from two cells into four then eight then sixteen until you've accumulated all your arms and legs and organs and pushed yourself into the world--so fucking what? You honkey, nigger, spic, dyke, cunt. If I cry out, who will hear me?
— Kelly J. Cogswell, Eating Fire: My Life as a Lesbian Avenger
That's what a man is supposed to do for his wife. Listen, if a nigger didn't get lynched every now and then, well, there's just no telling what they'd do to us.""Who?" Lily asked."Why, honey, the niggers and our husbands both. I don't care what color they are; men build up steam. And they gotta let it out somewhere. Colored men. White men. They both crazy. Honey, the point is you gotta look at it this way: A whole lotta women can't, "I got a man who'll kill for me." 
— Bebe Moore Campbell, Your Blues Ain't Like Mine
The standard of matrimony is erected by affection and purity, and does not depend upon the height, or bulk, or color, or wealth, or poverty of individuals. Water will seek its level; nature will have free course; and heart will answer to heart.
— William Lloyd Garrison
As I’ve been telling your, son, you get nowhere looking at clothes and the color of the skin to judge a man. It won’t tell you nothing about what’s inside. That’s where a fellow’s mettle is, and that’s what counts.
— Richard Puz, The Carolinian
To me, its just a word, a word whose power is owned by the user and his or her intention. People give words power, so banning a word is futile, really. 'Nigga' becomes 'porch monkey' becomes 'coon' and so on if that's what's in a person's heart. They key is to change the person. And we change people through conversation, not through censorship.
— Jay-Z, Decoded
Color can be measured in the depth of ones' skin, however character is measured by the content of ones' heart.
— Mark W. Boyer
In the race of life I would rather to be around the best and sink than to be around mediocrity and swim.
— Xela Ffonrims
In a race, what matters is not who started first, but who finished first.
— Ashok Kallarakkal
You have to learn the difference between a man’s looks, and how fine he shoots. They’ve never been one and the same.
— Richard Puz, The Carolinian
If life is becoming a race, could it be time to slow down?"el
— Evinda Lepins, A Cup of Hope for the Day: Coffee Hour with Chicklit Power
The white people are crazy. They all want to be rich, same as we do, but they do not admit to themselves that you only get rich by taking things from other people. They think that if you do not see the people you are stealing from, or if you do not know them, or if they do not look like you, it is not really stealing.
— Philipp Meyer, The Son
It doesn't have to be dreads. You can wear an Afro, or braids like you used to. There's a lot you can do with natural hair
— Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, Americanah
Checking a box on a form for race—"Caucasian," "Hispanic," "African-American," "Native American," or "Asian-American"—is untenable and ridiculous. For one thing, "American" is not a race, so labels such as "Asian-American" and "African-American" are still exhibits of our confusion of culture and race. For another thing, how far back does one go in history? Native Americans are really Asians, if you go back more than twenty or thirty thousand years to before they crossed the Bering land bridge between Asia and America. And Asians, several hundred thousand years ago probably came out of Africa, so we should really replace "Native American" with "African-Asian-Native American." Finally, if the Out of Africa (single racial origin) theory holds true, then all modern humans are from Africa. (Cavalli-Sforza now thinks this may have been as recently as seventy thousand years ago.) Even if that theory gives way to the Candelabra (multiple racial origins) theory, ultimately all hominids came from Africa, and therefore everyone in America should simply check the box next to "African-American.
— Michael Shermer, Why People Believe Weird Things: Pseudoscience, Superstition, and Other Confusions of Our Time
Libraries are about books. Books have no color. And they don't care who reads them.
— Augusta Scattergood, Glory Be
We know You love us. We love You, too. I mean, six, seven thousand years from now . . . won't make no difference, will it? Everybody gonna be so mixed up by then that far in the future that they all gonna be the same color by then, ain't they?
— Larry Brown, Dirty Work
It makes Brooke feel strange in her stomach. It is like the feeling when she reads a book like the one about the man with the bomb, or thinks a sentence, just any old sentence like: the girl ran across the park, and unless you add the describing word then the man or the girl are definitely not black, they are white, even though no one has mentioned white, like when you take the the out of a headline and people just assume it's there anyway. Though if it were a sentence about Brooke herself you'd have to add the equivalent describing word and that's how you'd know. The black girl ran across the park.
— Ali Smith, There but for the
Race doesn't exist.Skin color exists. Hair and eye color are real. Body type varies from individual to individual, as does tooth shape and color, the form of fingernails, and the amount and texture of body hair. But 'race' is a phantom conjured up by people no different from each other than purebred Cocker spaniels are. Race is a lie, and the people who conjure by it, no matter their color or their politics, are liars.
— Holly Lisle, Hunting the Corrigan's Blood
Perhaps finding out that we carry New World history in our genes will transcend racial checkboxes altogether and enable Latino-Americans to rethink what America is supposed to look like.
— Raquel Cepeda, Bird of Paradise: How I Became Latina
White, is not a race, it is a color, European, is not a race, it is a place named after the goddess Europa. Caucasian, is not a race, it is a place and mountain range. Gentile, is not a race, it is a biblical name that was given to describe Aryans as non-Jews. Aryan is the biological correct name of our race! Aryan is who we are by blood and the genetic source of our being and beginning. All the numerous names, German, French, Irish, Scotch, Polish, Italian, Norwegian and on and on are simply the many tribal names of the Aryan people.
— Ron McVan, Way of the Druid
In regard to the amount of difference between the races, we must make some allowance for our nice powers of discrimination gained by a long habit of observing ourselves.
— Charles Darwin, The Descent of Man and Selection in Relation to Sex, Vol 1
I am proud of my complexion, there is always someone darker than you ,thats just true Be proud your YOU.
— - Shay-Ann Harriott
Since neither black animosity nor the Left’s falsehood of “racial tensions” is based on the actual behavior of the vast majority of white Americans, nothing white America can do will affect the perceptions of many black Americans or of the leftist libel.
— Dennis Prager, From Rage to Responsibility: Black Conservative Jesse Lee Peterson and America Today
I'd made it this far and refused to give up because all my life I had always finished the race.
— Louis Zamperini, Devil at My Heels
Placing the burden on the individual to break down doors in finding better education for a child is attractive to conservatives because it reaffirms their faith in individual ambition and autonomy. But to ask an individual to break down doors that we have chained and bolted in advance of his arrival is unfair.
— Jonathan Kozol, Savage Inequalities: Children in America's Schools
Writing about race and crime was not new territory for me. But it can be treacherous. So here are my rules: No stereotypes. No generalizations. No explanations. No apologies. Just the facts, ma’am.
— Colin Flaherty, White Girl Bleed a Lot
There is a belief advanced today, and in some cases by conservative black authors, that poor children and particularly black children should not be allowed to hear too much about these matters. If they learn how much less they are getting than rich children, we are told, this knowledge may induce them to regard themselves as "victims," and such "victim-thinking," it is argued, may then undermine their capacity to profit from whatever opportunities may actually exist. But this is a matter of psychology-or strategy-and not reality. The matter, in any case, is academic since most adolescents in the poorest neighborhoods learn very soon that they are getting less than children in the wealthier school districts. They see suburban schools on television and they see them when they travel for athletic competitions. It is a waste of time to worry whether we should tell them something they could tell to us. About injustice, most poor children in American cannot be fooled.
— Jonathan Kozol, Savage Inequalities: Children in America's Schools
Many suburban legislators representing affluent school districts use terms such as "sinkhole" when opposing funding for Chicago's children. "We can't keep throwing money," said Governor Thompson in 1988, "into a black hole." The Chicago Tribune notes that, when this phrase is used, people hasten to explain that it is not intended as a slur against the race of many of Chicago's children. "But race," says the Tribune, "never is far from the surface...
— Jonathan Kozol, Savage Inequalities: Children in America's Schools
Quite frankly we are both tired of the race we have been asked to run.
— K. Howard Joslin, Honest Wrestling: Questions of Faith When Attacked by Life
As with outlaw figures, in diverse musical and oral cultures throughout the world- Mexican corridos and Egyptian shaabi music, for example- Hip Hop's irreverence toward dominant values and noncompliance with the status quo creates alternative, counterhegemonic spaces.
— H. Samy Alim
If you're not at the front, you're not in the race.
— David Millar, Racing Through the Dark
He had no racial feeling—not because he was superior to his brother civilians, but because he had matured in a different atmosphere, where the herd instinct does not flourish.
— E.M. Forster, A Passage to India
What's that you mutter to yourself, Matthew Maule?" asked Scicpio. "And what for do you look so black at me?""No matter, darky," said the carpenter. "Do you think nobody is to look black but yourself?
— Nathaniel Hawthorne, The House of the Seven Gables
That is what the Slave Trade was all about. Not death from poxes and musketry and whippings and malnutrition and melancholy and suicide: death itself. For before the white men came to Guinea to strip-mine field hands. ... black people did not die ... the decedent ... took up residence in an afterworld that was in many ways indistinguishable from his former estate.
— David Bradley, The Chaneysville Incident
Leave him with his God. I’m sure He’s as hard and unforgiving as Cain is. I don’t want to know about Cain’s God. If he is anything to be guided by, I’d rather be an atheist, thank you.
— Olga Núñez Miret, Cannon Fodder
What do you think of Cain’s affirmations?”“He never told a lie. If he says that God talks to him, he is convinced that God is talking to him.”“Do you believe he is a saint?”“God only knows, and never better said. He might be, but again, I have my own taste on the matter. I’m not keen on perfection, especially when it’s dressed up like hardness. I prefer the cracked plate, the slightly blunt spear…”“The imperfect human being.”“Yes. The gloriously imperfect human being.
— Olga Núñez Miret
As social phenomena, languages are tied up in world of unequal power relations, gaining or losing status not based on technical linguistic grounds but on social judgement, biases, and stereotypes that are based on the status of their speakers. As such, we argue that white America's love-hate relationship with black modes of communication can only be interpreted within a framework that considers language a primary site of cultural contestation. It should be clear by now that it's about more than a mothafucka, right? Our analysis of Black Language forms that the dominant culture considers inflammatory, controversial, or stigmatized allows us to make several observations. First, building off what anthropologist and linguist Arthur Spears noted in his discussion of uncensored speech, Black verbal culture, like all cultures is "a complex network of predispositions, values, behaviors, expectations and routines." Language practices, in their varying sociocultural contexts, can only be understood if read within the full range of the community's speech activities, and that requires rigorous ethnographic search and analysis. Second the community's beliefs and ideas about language- it's language ideologies- should be the primary point of departure for investigation and interpretation.
— H. Samy Alim
I advise you to be suspicious of any black American whose family does not claim a blood connection to Native Americans. That’s a clear sign of a racial infiltrator who has not done enough research.
— Baratunde R. Thurston, How to Be Black
) “Do you hear his voice as you hear me? Is it a voice outside your head?”“It’s difficult to explain. It isn’t a voice like anything I’ve ever heard before. It isn’t a man or a woman, it’s God.”“How do you know?”“Because the voice says so. And I believe it.”“Does it talk to you or does it talk about you or others?”“It talks to me.”“Does it call your name?”“Yes…It says something like: “Cain, listen. There’s something I want you to tell the others. Tell them they must love themselves. Tell them they are beautiful.””“Who are the others?”“Black people.”“You mean God is talking to the black people through you.”“I mean God is black.
— Olga Núñez Miret, Cannon Fodder
At home they thought of white people as a vague but powerful entity--like the forces that control the weather, that capable of destruction, that hidden from view.
— Ayana Mathis, The Twelve Tribes of Hattie
I didn't care about goals or expectations any more, I was just determined to race my heart out.
— David Millar, Racing Through the Dark
It was ridiculous really. I had just won a major race despite not being in top form, yet I was going to dope.
— David Millar, Racing Through the Dark
You either commit yourself as a professional racing driver that's designed to win races or you come second or you come third or fifth and am not design to come third, fourth or fifth, I﻿ race to win.
— Ayrton Senna
Besides, skin color was skin color, right? It was just the color of your goddamned skin. There was nothing anybody could do about that. You were born with it. Like some people were born with big feet or blue eyes. You didn't make the choice. Your parents did. Or God did.
— Pete Hamill, Snow in August
I always root for the black man, like penance for something I had not part in creating.
— J.M. August
This kid was writing saying that they were breaking down some of the racial lines in their towns and communities, because their break dance crews were mixed race, and they didn’t give a fuck. They didn’t care what the Klu Klux Klan said.”- Michael Holman (screenwriter, Basquiat)from nthWORD Issue #8, coming soon...
— Michael Holman
Give me honorable enemies rather than ambitious ones, and I'll sleep more easily by night.
— George R.R. Martin, A Game of Thrones
Good men don't become legends," he said quietly."Good men don't need to become legends." She opened her eyes, looking up at him. "They just do what's right anyway.
— Brandon Sanderson, The Well of Ascension
We value virtue but do not discuss it. The honest bookkeeper, the faithful wife, the earnest scholar get little of our attention compared to the embezzler, the tramp, the cheat.
— John Steinbeck, Travels with Charley: In Search of America
The most tragic thing in the world is a man of genius who is not a man of honor.
— George Bernard Shaw
The greatest way to live with honour in this world is to be what we pretend to be.
— Socrates, Essential Thinkers - Socrates
Any weapon is a good weapon as long as ye can use it with honor and skill.
— Brian Jacques, High Rhulain
Our own heart, and not other men's opinions, forms our true honor.
— Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Honor was never taking the easy way when it was also the wrong one. Never telling a falsehood unless the truth was painful and unnecessary, or a lie was necessary to save others. Never manipulating the truth to serve only yourself. Protecting the weak and helpless; standing fast even when fear made you weak. Keeping your word.
— Mercedes Lackey, Exile's Honor
Kestrel's eyes slipped shut. She faded in and out of sleep. When Arin spoke again, she wasn't sure whether he expected her to to hear him.'I remember sitting with my mother in a carriage.' There was a long pause. Then Arin's voice came again in that slow, fluid way that showed the singer in him. 'In my memory, I am small and sleepy, and she is doing something strange. Every time the carriage turns into the sun, she raises her hand as if reaching for something. The light lines her fingers with fire. Then the carriage passes through shadows, and her hand falls. Again sunlight beams through the window, and again her hand lifts. It becomes and eclipse.' Kestrel listened, and it was as if the story itself was an eclipse, drawing its darkness over her.'Just before I fell asleep,' he said, 'I realized that she was shading my eyes from the sun.' She heard Arin shift, felt him look at her.'Kestrel.' She imagined how he would sit, lean forward. How he would look in the glow of the carriage lantern. 'Survival isn't wrong. You can sell your honor in small ways, so long as you guard yourself. You can pour a glass of wine like it's meant to be poured, and watch a man drink, and plot your revenge.' Perhaps his head tilted slightly at this. 'You probably plot even in your sleep.' There was a silence as long as a smile.'Plot away, Kestrel. Survive. If I hadn't lived, no one would remember my mother, not like I do.' Kestrel could no longer deny sleep. It pulled her under.'And I would never have met you.
— Marie Rutkoski, The Winner's Curse
Honor is a fool's prize. Glory is of no use to the dead.
— Drew Karpyshyn, Path of Destruction
As I love the name of honour more than I fear death.
— William Shakespeare, Julius Caesar
...sometimes compassion is the greater part of honor.
— Rachel Vincent, Shift
I will remember this, thought Ender, when I am defeated. To keep dignity, and give honor where it's due, so that defeat is not disgrace. And I hope I don't have to do it often.
— Orson Scott Card, Ender's Game
Some things you must always be unable to bear. Some things you must never stop refusing to bear. Injustice and outrage and dishonor and shame. No matter how young you are or how old you have got. Not for kudos and not for cash: your picture in the paper nor money in the bank either. Just refuse to bear them.
— William Faulkner, Intruder in the Dust
A man with charm is an entertaining thing, and a man with looks is, ofcourse, a sight to behold, but a man with honor - ah, he is the one, dear reader, to which young ladies should flock.
— Julia Quinn, The Viscount Who Loved Me
The really unforgivable acts are committed by calm men in beautiful green silk rooms, who deal death wholesale, by the shipload, without lust, or anger, or desire, or any redeeming emotion to excuse them but cold fear of some pretended future. But the crimes they hope to prevent in that future are imaginary. The ones they commit in the present — they are real.
— Lois McMaster Bujold, Shards of Honour
What a man knows hardly matters. It is what he does.
— Gene Wolfe, The Wizard
he(Quinn)put his hand out to his friend. “I’ll lay my life down for you.With or Without that piece of paper
— J.R. Ward, Lover Enshrined
He stood straight then, moving to stand directly in front of me as he dropped low and bowed dramatically. "Your Majesty.
— Kimberly Derting, The Pledge
Honor is the presence of God in man.
— Pat Conroy, The Lords of Discipline
Fine. But remember, little rabbit, not a word to anyone." He moved close enough that the dark heat of him lapped against her in a quiet threat that made her glad for the blade. "I'm not a nice man when I'm angry." She held her position, a ragged attempt to erase the humiliation of the panic attack. "I'm fairly certain you're not a nice man at all." His answer was a slow smile that whispered of silk sheets, erotic whispers, and sweat-damp skin. The unhidden intent of it had her heart slamming hard against her ribs. "No" she said. Voice raw. "A challenge.” He wasn't touching her and yet she felt caressed by a thousand ropes of fur, soft and lush and unmistakably sexual. "I accept
— Nalini Singh, Archangel's Blade
You refused to fall in love with anyone else, Dmitri.” A whisper with the impact of a gun-shot. “So I had to come back for you . . . husband.
— Nalini Singh, Archangel's Blade
It was a life, she eventually concluded, that had been lived in the middle ground, where contentment and love were found in the smallest details of people's lives. It was a life of dignity and honor, not without sorrows yet fulfilling in a way that few experiences ever were.
— Nicholas Sparks, The Best of Me
A Man Without Honoris Worse than Dead.
— Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra
Unaffected modesty is the sweetest charm of female excellence, the richest gem in the diadem of her honor.
— Noah Webster
I have been asked what I mean by “word of honor.” I will tell you. Place me behind prison walls—walls of stone ever so high, ever so thick, reaching ever so far into the ground—there is a possibility that in some way or another I might be able to escape; but stand me on the floor and draw a chalk line around me and have me give my word of honor never to cross it. Can I get out of that circle? No, never! I’d die first.
— Karl G. Maeser
They've named the well after you.""How did they know my name?""They don't. They invented one.
— Gerald Morris, The Squire, His Knight, and His Lady
I honor the father in his son, not the son in his father. Each one receives a reward or punishment for his deeds, but not for the acts of others.
— José Rizal, Noli Me Tángere
Harper to your word be trueHolder, crafter you also hewTo honesty, integrity, and respectAll others without regard to intellect
— Anne McCaffrey, Dragon Harper
Your father died for me, and dying with you would be an honor, though not as great as dying to save you.
— N.D. Wilson, Leepike Ridge
You will honor my mother or I will break this bottle over your head
— Rosamund Hodge, Cruel Beauty
We believe that a man does not have to be devoted to the winning side for his loyalty to be celebrated with reverence.
— Hock G. Tjoa, The Ingenious Judge Dee
There are things we don't do. From this moment forth, let us all ensure our every action reflects well on us and our ancestors. Let us live to the highest standards, lest we win this war only to find ourselves staring in the mirror at the face of our late enemy.
— Jack Campbell, Dauntless
He was a man, take him for all in all,I shall not look upon his like again.
— William Shakespeare, Hamlet
But if it be a sin to covet honour,I am the most offending soul alive.
— William Shakespeare, Henry V
A great many grown-up and intelligent people believe, or pretend to believe, that by behaving in a friendly and accommodating way to our attackers, we will show them that they have nothing to fear from us and so defuse their wrath. The idea that such behavior would be taken by a ruthless and implacable enemy only as a sign of weakness is as foreign to them as the idea of honor itself.
— James Bowman, Honor: A History
Honor must start in the heart, but if it ends there, it isn’t honor. Honor must be expressed through words, symbols, actions, or gestures. Honor is among the most incarnational of the virtues. It must have feet and hands.
— Douglas Wilson
Perhaps we are both doing what we think right. But what we think right is so damned different that there can be nothing between us in the way of concession. There is nothing possible between us but honor and death.
— G.K. Chesterton, The Man Who Was Thursday: A Nightmare
A man of honor does swiftly that which must be done.
— Susan Kearney, Lucan
A true love is not shouting and yelling for your beloved, but silently struggling for her honor
— M.F. Moonzajer
One owes loyalty, only, to those who demonstrate in kind.
— T.F. Hodge, From Within I Rise: Spiritual Triumph Over Death and Conscious Encounters with "The Divine Presence"
The confrontation lasted about five minutes; then the display died out as quickly as it had begun, and everyone drank his fill of the muddy water. Honor had been satisfied; each group had staked its claim to its own territory.
— Arthur C. Clarke, 2001: A Space Odyssey
His soul swayed in a vertigo of moral indecision. He had only to snap the thread of a rash vow made to a villainous society, and all his life could be as open and sunny as the square beneath him. He had, on the other other hand, only to keep his antiquated honour, and be delivered inch by inch into the power of this great enemy of mankind, whose very intellect was a torture-chamber. Whenever he looked down into the square he saw the comfortable policeman, a pillar of common sense and common order. Whenever he looked back at the breakfast-table he saw the President still quietly studying him with big, unbearable eyes.
— G.K. Chesterton, The Man Who Was Thursday: A Nightmare
It strikes me you might place your gifts better. Why should you send powder to a ruffian who will use it to commit crimes? But for the deplorable weakness every one here seems to have for the bandits, they would have disappeared out of Corsica long ago.""The worst men in our country are not those who are 'in the country.'""Give them bread, if it so please you. But I will not have you supply them with ammuni
— Prosper Mérimée, Colomba
Am I then more of an American than those who drew their first breath on American Ground?
— Alexander Hamilton, The Essential Hamilton: Letters & Other Writings
The Mayor spoke proudly. 'Yes, they will light it. I have no choice of living or dying, you see, sir, but—I do have a choice of how I do it. If I tell them not to fight, they will be sorry, but they will fight. If I tell them to fight, they will be glad, and I who am not a very brae man will have made them a little braver.' He smiled apologetically. 'You see, it is an easy thing to do, since the end for me is the same.'Lanser said, "If you say yes, we can tell them you said no. We can tell them you begged for your life.'And Winter broke in angrily, 'They would know. You do not keep secrets. One of your men got out of hand one night and he said the flies had conquered the flypaper, and now the whole nation knows his words. They have made a song of it. The flies have conquered the flypaper. You do not keep secrets, Colonel.
— John Steinbeck, The Moon Is Down
In the violent scorn of her revolted pride, of her indignant honor, had she forgotten a lowlier yet harder duty left undone?In her contempt and dread of yielding to mere amorous weakness had she stifled and denied the cry of pity, the cry of conscience?To suffer woes which hope thinks infinite. To forgive wrongs darker than death or night. To defy power which seems omnipotent. To love and live to hope till hope creates from it's own wreck the thing it contemplates. Neither to change, nor falter, nor repent.This had been the higher, diviner way which she had missed, this obligation from the passion of the past which she had left unfulfilled, unaccepted.Now the misgiving arose in her whether she had mistaken arrogance for duty; whether, cleaving so closely to honor she had forgotten the obligation of mercy.
— Ouida
I know at least what I am,' he simply went on; 'the other side of the medal's clear enough. I've not been edifying--I believe I'm thought in a hundred quarters to have been barely decent. I've followed strange paths and worshipped strange gods; it must have come to you again and again--in fact you've admitted to me as much--that I was leading, at any time these thirty years, a selfish frivolous scandalous life. And you see what it has made of me.
— Henry James, The Jolly Corner
When you want to talk about honor, they want to talk about money. When you want to talk about money, they want to talk about gentility. They either get the notion of honor or they don't. And if they don't, you probably shouldn't be fucking with them.
— Liam Rector
What is honour? In Athens it is one thing, in Sparta another; and among the Medes it is something else again. But go where you will, there is no land where the dead return across the river.
— Mary Renault, The Last of the Wine
For your fourth consoling thought, I would point out that in this venue," a wave of his finger took in Vorbarr Sultana, and by extension Barrayar, "acquiring a reputation as a slick and dangerous man, who would kill without compunction to obtain and protect his own, is not all bad. In fact, you might even find it useful.""Useful! Have you found the name of the Butcher of Komarr a handy prop, then, sir?" Miles said indignantly.His father's eyes narrowed, partly in grim amusement, partly in appreciation. "I've found it a mixed . . . damnation.
— Lois McMaster Bujold, A Civil Campaign
Men will always create new arenas for honor if traditional rituals fade.
— Joel Dinerstein, The Origins of Cool in Postwar America
God is about to place Honor where man has placed Dishonor.
— Joe Joe Dawson
You will never see me publicly putting a comic down or trying to get them unbooked. If I have a problem with someone they will know. I try to do what is right and not what is easy. You will never see me make jokes about peoples addictions or cries for help. OR other peoples pain for that matter. I believe in lifting up. Not tearing down. Uplift you fellow man. We were born to love one another and to that end I promise what I do in my life is in the name of love.
— Johnny Corn
For those who die with honor, the touch of death is simply the unlocking of a door between this life and the next.
— Graeme Rodaughan, A Traitor's War
Wake up! You’re a sacred soul and glory is yours for the taking.
— Stefan Emunds, Gawain and the Green Knight
If keeping your word costs you the one thing you love the most, then what was it even worth keeping in the first place?
— Heather McKenzie
[A man] finds himself forced by necessity to borrow money. He knows that he will not be able to repay it, but sees also that nothing will be lent to him unless he promises stoutly to repay it in definite time. He desires to make this promise, but he has still so much conscience as to ask himself: Is it not unlawful and inconsistent with duty to get out of a difficulty in this way? Suppose, however, that he resolves to do so, then the maxim of his action would be expressed thus: When I think myself in want of money, I will borrow money and promise to repay it, although I know that I never can do so. Now this principle of self-love or of one's own advantage may perhaps be consistent with my whole future welfare; but the question now is, Is it right? I change then the suggestion of self-love into a universal law, and state the question thus: How would it be if my maxim were a universal law? Then I see at once that it could never hold as a universal law of nature, but would necessarily contradict itself. For supposing it to be a universal law that everyone when he thinks himself in a difficulty should be able to promise whatever he pleases, with the purpose of not keeping his promise, the promise itself would become impossible, as well as the end that one might have in view in it, since no one would consider that anything was promised to him, but would ridicule all such statements as vain pretenses.
— Immanuel Kant, Fundamental Principles of the Metaphysic of Morals
Never offer an oath lightly. For you pledge not only your life and sacred honor, but your people’s honor as well. To break an oath is to be without honor, to be without a spirit, and to be apart from the people.
— Raymond E. Feist, King of Foxes
Honour, like insult, comes from others. It is their recognition of our worth. It is the intrusion of the social into the psychological, the public into the private. After all, others honour us for what they find of worth in us. ‘To pursue [honour],’ wrote Baruch Spinoza in Treatise on the Emendation of the Intellect (1677), ‘we must direct our lives according to other men’s powers of understanding, fleeing what they commonly flee and seeking what they commonly seek.’ So what we come to think of as worthwhile in ourselves is bound to have as a large component what others think to be worthwhile in us.
— C. D. C. Reeve
At least I’m the one leaving. It’s so much easier to leave than to be left.
— Stefan Emunds, Gawain and the Green Knight
He’d often ignored his uncle’s teachings about gentlemanly behavior, but one stricture he’d always abided by: no man worth his salt took advantage of a woman.
— Sabrina Jeffries, Dance of Seduction
Every time you give your word, you’re putting your honor on the line.
— Frank Sonnenberg, BookSmart: Hundreds of real-world lessons for success and happiness
The greatest honor is the right direction one is turned into by the Holy Spirit
— Sunday Adelaja
Love is the bane of honor, the death of duty.
— George R.R. Martin, A Game of Thrones
Given the option, would you rather choose the right path, even though it’s difficult, or the easy route, knowing that you’ll be compromising your standards?
— Frank Sonnenberg, BookSmart: Hundreds of real-world lessons for success and happiness
The best way to honor the dead was by making their passing useful to the living.
— Sabrina Jeffries, Dance of Seduction
Waiting for one’s execution is worse than dying. To seek my beheading is glory. Who went to his execution willingly? Jesus did. Jesus even dragged his cross half way to Golgotha. I think he would have nailed himself to the cross if he had to.
— Stefan Emunds, Gawain and the Green Knight
Winning without honor, is worse than a resounding defeat.
— Frank Sonnenberg, BookSmart: Hundreds of real-world lessons for success and happiness
The world is an ambitious business. It continuously expands and evolves. But people are lazy and God is far too lovely to do something about it.
— Stefan Emunds, Gawain and the Green Knight
Honor is a balancing act and only the heart can strike that balance.
— Stefan Emunds, Gawain and the Green Knight
Love and honor. They are the two great things, and now they’re dimmed and blighted. Today, love is just sex and sentimentality. Love is really a recognition of truth, a recognition of another person’s integrity and truth in a way that is compatible with — that makes both of you light up when you recognize the quality in the other. That’s what love is. It’s a recognition of singularity… And love is giving and giving and giving … not looking for any return. Until you do that, you can’t love.
— Robert Graves, Conversations with Robert Graves
You're a dangerous fool who should be sent west," he told the unconscious man. "You have forgotten the face of your father.
— Stephen King, The Drawing of the Three
No, like worldly contempt, worldly honor is a whirlpool, a play of confused forces, an illusory moment in the flux of opinions. It is a sense-deception, as when a swarm of insects at a distance seem to the eye like one body; a sense-deception, as when the noise of the many at a distance seems to the ear like a single voice.
— Søren Kierkegaard, Purity of Heart is to Will One Thing: Spiritual Preparation for the Office of Confession
Knowing what’s right isn’t as important as doing what’s right.
— Frank Sonnenberg, BookSmart: Hundreds of real-world lessons for success and happiness
Everything has a price, but not everything should be for sale.
— Frank Sonnenberg, Follow Your Conscience: Make a Difference in Your Life & in the Lives of Others
Honor always comes at a price, else it would be worthless.
— Michelle Griep, The Captive Heart
Generations can follow this destiny, can stay close to it or depart from it, having thus the capability of giving to their nation a maximum of life and honor or a maximum of dishonor and shame. Sometimes only isolated individuals, abandoned by their generation, can reach this destiny. In that moment, they are the people, they speak in its name. All the millions of dead and of the martyrs of the past are with them, as well as the nation's life of tomorrow.
— Corneliu Codreanu, For my Legionaries
Do you have any idea how rare love is? In a thousand years, I have found it but twice, and when I have, I have honored it.
— Elijah Mikaelson
Honor doesn’t revise according to company just as integrity doesn’t diminish due to circumstance.
— Donna Lynn Hope
Honour was like a coat: sometimes one did not have time to put it on.
— Adrian Tchaikovsky, Salute the Dark
Honour to Agamemnon is a thing / That he can pick, pick up, put back, pick up again, / A somesuch you might find beneath your bed.
— Christopher Logue, War Music: An Account of Homer's Iliad
Being famous without honor is a thing of no worth.
— Alaric Longward, Raven's Wyrd
He was suddenly aware of the pain rampaging through him. “Where’s Swindler?”“Here.” He crouched beside Sterling. “We got the b
— Lorraine Heath, Surrender to the Devil
Honor is overrated.
— Ally Carter, See How They Run
Those who remember, remembered live on; those who forget, forgotten are gone.
— Jonathan Clark
Other blokes might take advantage, but to Tom, the idea of honor was a kind of antidote to some of the things he'd lived through.
— M.L. Stedman, The Light Between Oceans
Sometimes we're loyal to more than one thing. When there's a conflict, we have to choose which loyalty to honor.
— Claudia Gray, Lost Stars
The problem with martyrs is that they’re all dead. What do they have to do with us that are simple enough to still be alive? Should we just give up and want to die because death is better than dishonor? But suicide is a sin too so we really are damned if we do and damned if we don't.
— Rosamund Hodge, Crimson Bound
Without honor, a knight is no more than a common killer. It is better to die with honor than to live without it.
— George R.R. Martin, A Dance with Dragons
Even a hedge knight has his honor.
— George R.R. Martin, A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms
Would you rather die with honor intact or live with it besmirched?
— George R.R. Martin, A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms
Sellswords put gold before honor.
— George R.R. Martin, A Dance with Dragons
Our honor means no more than our lives, so long as the realm is safe.
— George R.R. Martin, A Storm of Swords
Keep to your precious honor. Rather die than sully it. There is only honor in a man's life and the rest is meaningless gibberish.
— Alaric Longward, The Oath Breaker
You think you’re defending my ‘honor,’ but you’re just as bad as he is.
— Brittany Cavallaro, A Study in Charlotte
Honor," she said, "is the coin that stays in your pocket when all your silver has been spent.
— Craig Schaefer, Winter's Reach
Honor is Surplus Dignity: Honor, at its simplest, is that excess dignity that must be defended with the knife or sword. Wherever honor is at issue, it comes with a sense that dignity can be lost, and therefore must be constantly defended.
— David Graeber
Sometimes words ruin everything.
— Jesikah Sundin, Elements
I will honor my ancestors in StarClan, but not those who have ever walked in the Dark Forest. Guide my steps wisely, warriors of the past. And warriors of now.
— Erin Hunter, The Last Hope
What is going to happen to the Aurorans?""They are prisoners of war," Albion said. "I should imagine they will be set to work at the base of the Spire."Grimm tightened his jaw. "No, sir.""No?""No, sir," Grimm said. "I've seen that place. You might as well tie a noose around their necks and stand them on blocks of ice, if you want them to die a slow death. It will be cleaner.""I'm not sure why this concerns you, Captain," Albion said."Because they surrendered to me," Grimm said. "They gave me their parole, sir. They could have fought on with no real chance of victory, and it would have been bloody. But that surrender saved blood and lives of Albions and Aurorans alike. I will not see Captain Castillo repaid with such churlish treatment.
— Jim Butcher, The Aeronaut's Windlass
What does a title mean to me? I do not need a title. My name, which I achieved with my own strength, is my title. I only wish that posterity would sometime confirm the fact that I have striven to achieve my program decently and honestly..
— Adolf Hitler
Living your life with honorBrings forth friends You didn't know you had
— Frank Julius, BLOOD DICE
We must have a deep understanding of Who is the source of our blessings and to whom all the glory, praise and honor belong.
— Sunday Adelaja
There is no honor in cruelty.
— Jocelyn  Murray, The Roman General: A Novel
When honor dies—when trust is a useless thing—what use is life?
— Diane Duane, My Enemy, My Ally
Everything that she valued had come to her through change, and through change she would one day lose everything. All except honor.
— Deborah J. Ross, Shannivar
As she passed the recreation room, she saw Mr. Preston, still sitting quietly in his chair, a blanket over his knees. “Are you okay?” she asked. “Fine thanks. Just gonna sit here a little longer, then I’ll head up.” She sat beside him, sharing the silence. “That friend of yours is a good sort,” he finally said. “Nice of him to stop in and say goodbye before going home to his folks.” “He did?” “Ayuh.” “What did he say?” The old man never turned his head to look at her, but the faintest of smiles touched his lips and he sat up a bit straighter in his chair. “He shook my hand and said, ‘Thank you for your service.’ Then he saluted me and left.” Jess felt tears prick her eyes, seeing how very much the gesture had touched this proud, quiet old man. Tanner hadn’t been happy when he’d left here, she knew that, yet he’d taken the time to reach out a hand in friendship and brotherhood to this complete stranger. What a good man. What an amazingly wonderful man. She’d found him twice in her life. Once she’d lost him due to fate and war and bad timing. This time, she’d let him slip right through her fingers. That was a mistake she could rectify. It wasn’t too late. She wouldn’t let it be.
— Leslie Kelly, SEAL of My Dreams
The best things in life are really freeLove, honor, a noble mind ....And my local library.
— Beverly Tona
I did not come into this Army to serve one man, to serve a friend.
— Jeff Shaara, A Blaze of Glory
I, too, shall seek honor. But I shall seek it where I know it will be found.
— Lloyd Alexander
To be dignified and distinguished give honor and dignity to others.
— Sunday Adelaja
He who does not know how to receive another person, honor him and provide common help is not considered to be worthy of deserving honor from others
— Sunday Adelaja
Death is not scary enough and not so sweet life of the human foot leaves gentility.
— Imam Ali (AS)
everyone has their folding-point, Miles. Their mortal vulnerability. Some just keep it in a nonstandard location.
— Lois McMaster Bujold, A Civil Campaign
She is not my mistress,' replied the young sailor gravely, ‘she is my betrothed.’'Sometimes one and the same thing,' said Morrel, with a smile.'Not with us, sir,' replied Dantes.
— Alexandre Dumas, The Count of Monte Cristo
Fed by neither Heaven nor by Earth he was going forward . . . He hadn't a God or a lover--the two usual incentives to virtue. But on he struggled with his back to ease, because dignity demanded it. There was no one to watch him, nor did he watch himself, but struggles like his are the supreme achievements of humanity, and surpass any legends about Heavan.
— E.M. Forster, Maurice
Enough,' said Mercedes, 'enough Edmond! Believe me that she who alone recognized you has been the only one to comprehend you. And had she crossed your path, and you had crushed her like a frail glass, still, Edmond, still she must have admired you! Like the gulf between me and the past, there is an abyss between you, Edmond, and the rest of mankind; and I tell you freely, that the comparison I drew between you and other men will be one of my greatest tortures. No! there is nothing in the world to resemble you in worth and goodness!
— Alexandre Dumas, The Count of Monte Cristo
When honor and glory get your squad killed and your brothers-in-arms shoved under the rug, you stop believing in the terms.
— Katherine McIntyre, Stolen Petals
It was made out to be some kind of honor, giving your life for the good of humanity, but it was really just a reminder that cyborgs were not like everyone else.
— Marissa Meyer, Cinder
It isn't about being or not being dead, it's about what you leave behind
— Martin McDonagh, The Pillowman
Honor, vengeance, that rigorous religion, those punctilicious codes of conduct - how to explain their existence here, at the end of the world, among people who possessed nothing but the rags and the lice they had on them?
— Mario Vargas Llosa, The War of the End of the World
The substance of every true and stable political organism is something resembling an Order, a Männerbünd in charge of the principle of the imperium, comprising men who see loyalty as the basis of their honor.
— Julius Evola, Men Among the Ruins: Post-War Reflections of a Radical Traditionalist
It is an honorable charge to shine the lightand 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.
— Molly Friedenfeld
The man on the rise must always show respect to the man on the decline.
— kamar brown
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.
— Molly Friedenfeld
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.
— Dagobert D. Runes
Cheating was a concept both foreign and integral to the fighting of wars.
— Tom Clancy