faults

Our natures own predilections and antipathies alike strange. There are people from whom we secretly shrink, whom we would personally avoid, though reason confesses that they are good people: there are others with faults of temper, &c., evident enough, beside whom we live content, as if the air about them did us good.

You don't grow up, she reasoned now, until you begin to evaluate yourself, to recognize your good traits and acknowledge that you have a few faults.

I saw the light blinking in my living room and changed it over and over, at the end I realized it was my eye blinking.

We all have to face our faults and mistakes, and then choose to overcome them or let them drag us down.

Kiss your scars. Fall in love with them. They ought to serve as life-affirming reminders__ lingering trace of hope. The only reason we have these scars is because we survived and are still here.

Oh, how clearly I see your faults! Such distinctly highlighted flaws; it's as if the sun and moon mean to keep them illuminated in my eyes. My mind is quick to spell out a simple remedy for those defects. But alas, poor me! My own faults__hich I only assume to have because all do__re blurred and obscured by a mental fog. I've no eyes with which to gaze back at myself. The sun and moon refuse their illumination, and my mind offers no sure elixir but a complex recipe scribbled in foreign words I scarcely comprehend.

Perhaps, if you weren't so busy regarding my shortcomings, you'd find that I do possess redeeming qualities, discreet as they may be. _I notice when the sky is blue. _I smile down at children. _I laugh at any innocent attempt at humor. _I quietly carry the burdens of others as though they were my own. _And I say 'I'm sorry' when you don't. _I am not without fault, but I am not without goodness either.

He well knew his mind's natural tendency to be endlessly on a thousand subjects at once, to flit from this to that and to the next thing to no particular purpose--indeed, he called it his "butterfly mind.

All of us sport an invisible sign around our necks -- __S IS._ It means, take me as I am. I may not become what you want me to be. And I__ far, far from perfect. But I have some great qualities, too, as well as my share of faults. You will have to take me __S IS_ and I__l take you that way, too.

When we make mistakes, we simply say sorry. And saying the words would cost us our pride most of the time.

Stop counting your losses and start counting your blessings. Only then will you discover that losses are always easier to point out and count than blessings. And that your blessings will always outnumber your losses, for they are truly immeasurable.

As a matter of fact, when it comes to seeing, men display two tendencies: they see what they wish to see, what is useful to them, what is agreeable. The second is the tendency toward inhibition; they do not see what they do not wish to see, what is useless to them, or disagreeable.

Yet the human heart is disheartened by the most unreasonable self-judgments, because even when we take on giants, we too often confuse failure with fault, which I know too well. The only way back from such a bleak despondency is to shape humiliation into humility, to strive always to triumph over the darkness while never forgetting that the honor and the beauty are more in striving than in winning. When triumph at last comes, our efforts alone could not have won the day without that grace which surpasses all understanding and which will, if we allow it, imbue our lives with meaning.

Unconditional Love is a perpetual emotion machine. It inspires us to include others. The longer I am bathed in its radiance, the more I find myself looking at others with an open heart. I can look past their faults and love them. I can say, __ may not like the things you do, but I love you.

And God does have a personality. He can't hide from us. His personality shines through every Hebrew letter, on every page. Sometimes we forget that God is a person--not a fleshly person, but a person nonetheless. (page iii)

Maturity is when you're able to say, 'It's not just them. It's me.

The good ones put your character to the flame and burn away all the rest of the shit until you come out a better you.