True it is that covetousness is rich, modesty starves.
Modesty is a learned affectation. And as soon as life slams the modest person against the wall, that modesty drops.
There are no better cosmetics than a severe temperance and purity, modesty and humility, a gracious temper and calmness of spirit; and there is no true beauty without the signatures of these graces in the very countenance.
Modesty seldom resides in a breast that is not enriched with nobler virtues.
Modesty is the color of virtue.
I’m a religious woman. And I feel I have responsibility. I have no modesty at all. I’m even afraid of it – it’s a learned affectation and it’s just stuck on me like decals. Now I pray for humility because that comes from inside out.
Remember that with her clothes a woman puts off her modesty.
To test a modest man’s modesty do not investigate if he ignores applause, find out if he abides criticism.
Growing up, I was taught that a woman should lower her gaze so that men could never know her thoughts. The so-called modesty of Arab women is, in fact, a war tactic.
Whenever I’m around some who is modest, I think, ‘Run like hell and all of fire.’ You don’t want modesty, you want humility.