Think of your own faults the first part of the night when you are awake, and of the faults of others the latter part of the night when you are asleep.
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Think of your own faults the first part of the night when you are awake, and the faults of others the latter part of the night when you are asleep.
Do not think of your faults, still less of other's faults; look for what is good and strong, and try to imitate it. Your faults will drop off, like dead leaves, when their time comes.
quote by John Ruskin
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By day think of your own faults, by night think of the faults of others.
Faults And All
(Carl Perkins)
Not so very long from now
She'll be known all over town
Cause she waits by her phone from in the car
She says the limit is the sky
And tonight she's flyin' high
But I'll hang around and take her faults and all
O' Yes she once was mine
Now she's changed and she's that kind
With a crowd she has her self a ball
But she's not that kind of girl
She's just hidin' from the world
But I'll hang around and take her faults and all
She's about as low as a girl can go
She ain't got far to fall
But when she hits the ground
I'm gonna be around
'Cause I want her most of all
And when all's been said and done
I'm gonna be the one
Who'll hang around and take her faults and all
Yeah I'll hang around and take her faults and all
song performed by by George Strait
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The first half of the night, think of your own faults; the second half, the faults of others.
Think about your own faults during the first half of the night, and the faults of others during the second half.
Our Eyes
Have you seen
How quickly
Our eyes close
When they
See our own
Faults?
And how quickly
They pop out open
When they guzzle in
Others' faults?
Our eyes open
Wide and shut.
They are very
Choosy about
Our faults ;)
Being partial
Towards us,
But unsparing,
Towards others.
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Sonnet XXIIII
WHen I behold that beauties wonderment,
And rare perfection of each goodly part;
of natures skill the only complement,
I honor and admire the makers art.
But when I feele the bitter balefull smart,
which her fayre eyes vnwares doe worke in mee:
that death out of theyr shiny beames doe dart,
I thinke that I a new Pandora see.
Whom all the Gods in councell did agree,
into this sinfull world from heauen to send:
that she to wicked men a scourge should bee,
for all their faults with which they did offend,
But since ye are my scourge I will intreat,
that for my faults ye will me gently beat.
poem by Edmund Spenser
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I Scold Myself
Whilst I'm asleep I have no control
and I awake in anxious sweats.
I scold myself in my thoughts,
which causing me nothing but stress.
I don't know why I punish myself,
in reality I've done nothing wrong.
This only happens when I'm asleep,
but it does happen all night long.
It's not as though my mind is troubled,
and my conscience is entirely free.
It's got so that I hate retiring for the night
because I know what waits for me.
I cannot blank out my unconscious thoughts,
they're like nightmares that won't go away.
I desperately need a good night's sleep
so I can stay awake throughout the day.
poem by Tex T Sarnie
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Hardest Part Is The Night (live, Japan)
In the heat of the street of the city
A young boy hides the pain
And he walks so tall, trying to hang on
But he knows he's going down again
I know he's going down...
Darkness fades he's the prince of his city
In a place where they all know your name
You can see in their eyes life so paralyzed.
Your just a pawn in a losin' game
You lose at life it ain't no game
Hear their cries
The hardest part is the night
(In the night, hear their cries, in the night)
Stay alive
The hardest part is the night, it's the night, it's the night...
All alone in a place where the lonely
They all have to walk through the rain
And they dance on the edge where you only
Only pray that it has to end
That the night ain't no friend
Hear their cries
The hardest part is the night
(In the night, hear their cries, in the night)
Stay alive
The hardest part is the night, it's the night, it's the night...
(X 2)
These four walls they could tell you some stories
About lying and dying and fame
There's a price that you pay for the glory
About losing and choosing and pain.
Hear their cries
The hardest part is the night
In the night, hear their cries, in the night
Stay alive
In the night, stay alive, in the night
song performed by by Bon Jovi
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A man's faults all conform to his type of mind. Observe his faults and you may know his virtues.
The faults of a superior person are like the sun and moon. They have their faults, and everyone sees them; they change and everyone looks up to them.
Happy is he whose own faults prevent him from castigating the faults of others.
It wounds a man less to confess that he has failed in any pursuit through idleness, neglect, the love of pleasure, etc., etc., which are his own faults, than through incapacity and unfitness, which are the faults of his nature.
quote by Lord Melbourne
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The desire of talking of ourselves, and showing those faults we do not mind having seen, makes up a good part of our sincerity.
quote by Francois de La Rochefoucauld
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Criticism is the disapproval of people, not for having faults, but having faults different from your own.
The purpose of nights
.Be awake during day and asleep at night.
Live consciously during day and retrospect at night.
Search the paths during day and note down potholes at night.
Walk with purpose during day and regret the lapses at night.
The night is given to cleanse your soul as well.
19.05.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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For My Love In The Open
i love you
that is what you will hear
because i say it
when you ask for it
as a matter of
your daily
need.
i have long accepted
half of what i am
ever since
when light is vague
when truth is nothing
but an opaque
view of the egg yolk
against the
lamp.
part of my nose
is efflorescent
it shines when it is
so dark
like a fish on
a moonless night
on the surface
of the the calm sea
part of me is an
anemone
when you are near
everything in me wants
to close and disappear
part of me is your confusion
like the squid
jetting a spurt of
a black trail
part of me
is your love another part of
me is my hate
for this self that i wish
i have completely known
like the lines of
my palm.
part of me is lost
another part of me says
there is no way to find
i hope that 50 years is enough
to know that part of me
is unknown
like that part of the sea
unfathomable.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Faults
They came to tell your faults to me,
They named them over one by one;
I laughed aloud when they were done,
I knew them all so well before, --
Oh, they were blind, too blind to see
Your faults had made me love you more.
poem by Sara Teasdale
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Something More
there is a part of me in you,
in every move you make,
every thought you think,
in every sleepless night...
there is a part of you in me,
in every time i do the right thing,
every gentle and good thought,
in everything i believe...
there is a part of us in God,
and a part of God in us;
that cannot be seperated
and still feed the flame of living.
there is a part of love, and the whole,
written by our destinies.
you and i, and something more,
that words cannot define.
poem by Eric Cockrell
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