Vash Young Quotes

No sir, tho’ I was born and bred in England, I can dare to be poor, which is the only thing now—a—days men are asham’d of.

There is a lovely root to the word humiliation - from the latin word humus, meaning soil or ground. When we are humiliated, we are in effect returning to the ground of our being.

The worst thing about poverty is not the actual living of it, but the shame of it.

I don't get embarrassed.

Haitians don't like to say they are hungry because we are proud.

I've put up with more humiliation than I care to remember.

It is not the broken heart that kills, but broken pride, monseigneur.

Few women care to be laughed at and men not at all, except for large sums of money.

The only shame is to have none.

The flip side of humiliation is pride.

I can't understand why people so readily put themselves up to be humiliated.

What was more humiliating, I wondered: having to beg for someone's cold chicken bones or being offered them?

I come home that morning, after I been fired, and stood outside my house with my new work shoes on. The shoes my mama paid a month's worth a light bill for. I guess that's when I understood what shame was and the color of it too. Shame ain't black, like dirt, like I always thought it was. Shame be the color of a new white uniform your mother ironed all night to pay for, white without a smudge or a speck a work-dirt on it.

If I had any dignity, that would have been humiliating.

This isn't a man who is leaving with his head between his legs.

It's humiliating to have to explain your value.

Don't forget, I was the soft, pudgy kid in school that everyone made fun of.

If you make a fool of yourself, you can do it with dignity, without taking your pants down. And if you do take your pants down, you can still do it with dignity.

Pride in the case of a rich man is bad, but pride in the case of a poor man is worse.

I have a natural resistance to being humiliated.

In falling over in heels while trying to look attractive, you don't just hurt your body, you bear the humiliation of injuring your very soul. Physical pain? Whatever, bring it on. But the humiliation? Oh, you have seen to the very weakest part of me.

I am not ashamed to say that I am the son of a washerwoman.

I was poor white trash, no glitter, no glamour, but I'm not ashamed of anything.

You have no idea how humiliating it was, as a boy, to suddenly have all your clothes, your toys, snatched by the bailiff. I mean we were a middle-class family, it's not as if it was happening up and down the street. It made me ashamed, I felt dirty.

The rich swell up with pride, the poor from hunger.