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Growing up, I always had a soldier mentality. As a kid I wanted to be a soldier, a fighter pilot, a covert agent, professions that require a great deal of bravery and risk and putting oneself in grave danger in order to complete the mission. Even though I did not become all those things, and unless my predisposition, in its youngest years, already had me leaning towards them, the interest that was there still shaped my philosophies. To this day I honor risk and sacrifice for the good of others - my views on life and love are heavily influenced by this.

Harper to your word be true Holder, crafter you also hew To honesty, integrity, and respect All others without regard to intellect

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.

He didn't know what he'd done to deserve her love, but he thanked the Lord he had it. Then again, when was love ever given because it was deserved? Respect and honor were earned. Awards were deserved. But love was a gift from one heart to another.

Helmer: I would gladly work night and day for you. Nora- bear sorrow and want for your sake. But no man would sacrifice his honor for the one he loves. Nora: It is a thing hundreds of thousands of women have done.

He put his forehead against hers. “Alannah, my heart is yours.” He said softly. “And yet, I must hand it over to someone else for the keeping.” Her last words falling to a strained whisper.

He never wanted to be king, and it was that very trait that made him a great king. It was the characteristic comprising all extraordinary leaders. To Black, power, fame and wealth were meaningless, like grains of sand spilling through his fingers. It wasn't pride that drove him to the throne, but honor. He had to do it, simply because it was right.

Heroes may not live long in years, but they live forever in the stories.

Hero' is not an official status or designation, but if the world recognize you as a hero, it is the highest honor you will ever receive.

He shrugged, "...my conscience rests easiest if I do only what I see as best in the moment...

He was suddenly aware of the pain rampaging through him. “Where’s Swindler?” “Here.” He crouched beside Sterling. “We got the boy.” Sterling grabbed his shirt, then cursed himself as he fell backward, bringing Swindler with him. “Never make her cry.” He didn’t know if Swindler nodded, because his entire world went black.

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.

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

Honest man get hated but he never get doubted.

His (Washington's) apparent paralysis was the result of balancing two imperatives: his reputation against the survival of the Continental Army.

Honor bright! Fair play is a jewel!

Honor doesn’t revise according to company just as integrity doesn’t diminish due to circumstance.

Honor is a trophy for the wise; dishonor is a crown for fools. A good reputation in the sight of men is precious; a good name in the sight of God is priceless.

Honor is overrated.

Honor is the only thing that separates us from animals.

Honors, just like difficulties, were to be faced with courage and strength.

Honor always comes at a price, else it would be worthless.

Honor is the best part of you, Will Blackshear. And I don't make that pronoucement lightly. No woman could, who's ever seen you naked.

Honor is venerable to us because it is no ephemeris. It is always ancient virtue. We worship it today because it is not of today.

Honor. Men would fight and die for it. Women would lie for it.

Honor yourself first and you will discover the boundless breadth of your Passion Zone.

Honor cultures probably rely too much on shame, but our modern alternative is an epidemic of shamelessness.

Honor,' he said firmly. 'I have great honor. So will you. But you will find that that is not the same as power.

Honor is a balancing act and only the heart can strike that balance.

Honor,” I said with a snort. “Honor has no place in survival.

Honor is not what you say. Honor is what you do

Honor is the only code we uphold and I would die for it.

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?

Honour comes and goes, influence comes and stays, but none of them safeguards us against danger than the mentor of true leadership; Jesus Christ!

Honour was like a coat: sometimes one did not have time to put it on.

Hong Kong became so materialistic that it must be one of the rarest places in the world where family members need to make an appointment to have dinner together, and people speculate upon their own home where their own children are growing up.

Honor is a complex and important matter best served by doing the right thing.

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.

Honor, More charged, 'is the religion of tragedy.' Emotions such as love, hate, ambition, pride, and jealousy, 'form a dazzling system of worldly morality,' which contradicts 'the spirit of that religion whose characteristics are charity, meekness, peaceableness, longsuffering, gentleness, forgiveness.

Honor," she said, "is the coin that stays in your pocket when all your silver has been spent.

Honor the old but allow for innovation.

Honor is no phantom. Duty doesn't melt away, no matter how much we might wish it to.

Honor, justice, and humanity, forbid us tamely to surrender that freedom which we received from our gallant ancestors, and which our innocent posterity have a right to receive from us. We cannot endure the infamy and guilt of resigning succeeding generations to that wretchedness which inevitably awaits them if we basely entail hereditary bondage on them.

Honor lay in obedience, which was often confused with crime. Military law punishes disobedience by death, and its honor is servitude. When all the world has become military, then crime consists in not killing if orders insist on it.

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.

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.

How a man values a woman's virginity Is not exactly how the woman may see it //redefining honor

How many times do I have to say I’m sorry before you believe it? That I acknowledge I made a terrible mistake and have done everything I know how to fix it? How can you just freeze me out after that and walk away from everything we had?” Hurt and resentment swelled inside him, mixing with the anger in a toxic, chaotic mess. “You walked away first,” he shot back. “That was your choice.” Then I made mine. It was a low blow, even if it was true. But he refused to feel guilty about it, even under the circumstances. He hadn’t wanted to have this conversation, but she’d insisted, and he wouldn’t lie to her about the way things stood. Honor’s chin came up, her tears evaporating as her eyes sparked with fresh anger. “I did,” she admitted quietly, her control merely emphasizing the loss of his own. “I did walk away and it was the absolute worst mistake of my life. I’m sorry, Liam. See? I’m a big enough person to admit it to your face. Are you?

Humankind doesn’t have a genuine intellectual memory. They don’t need the Truth. They don’t want to know the Truth.

I am powerful in my love for myself. The truth of my being is I love myself exactly as I am. I honor my empowered heart.