#iv

Experience is simply the name we give our mistakes. ↗

— Oscar Wilde

#give #mistakes #name #our #simply

Man is least himself when he talks in his own person. Give him a mask, and he will tell you the truth. ↗

— Oscar Wilde

#him #himself #his #least #man

Women love us for our defects. If we have enough of them, they will forgive us everything, even our gigantic intellects. ↗

— Oscar Wilde

#defects #enough #even #everything #forgive

One can survive everything, nowadays, except death, and live down everything except a good reputation. ↗

— Oscar Wilde

#down #everything #except #good #good reputation

Life is always a tightrope or a feather bed. Give me the tightrope. ↗

— Edith Wharton

#bed #feather #give #give me #life

A lot of comic actors derive their main force from childish behavior. Most great comics are doing such silly things; you'd say, 'That's what a child would do.' ↗

— Gene Wilder

#child #childish #comic #comics #derive

We all love best not those who offend us least, nor those who have done most for us, but those who make it most easy for us to forgive them. ↗

— Samuel Butler

#love #forgiveness

The truest grace is not to forgive, but to have never found fault. ↗

— Richard Paul Evans

#inspirational #forgiveness

A man doesn't have time in his life to have time for everything. He doesn't have seasons enough to have a season for every purpose. Ecclesiastes Was wrong about that. A man needs to love and to hate at the same moment, to laugh and cry with the same eyes, with the same hands to throw stones and to gather them, to make love in war and war in love. And to hate and forgive and remember and forget, to arrange and confuse, to eat and to digest what history takes years and years to do. A man doesn't have time. When he loses he seeks, when he finds he forgets, when he forgets he loves, when he loves he begins to forget. And his soul is seasoned, his soul is very professional. Only his body remains forever an amateur. It tries and it misses, gets muddled, doesn't learn a thing, drunk and blind in its pleasures and its pains. He will die as figs die in autumn, Shriveled and full of himself and sweet, the leaves growing dry on the ground, the bare branches pointing to the place where there's time for everything. ↗

— Yehuda Amichai

#forgiveness

The Lord does not forgive excuses, He forgives sin. ↗

— Rick Joyner

#sin #forgiveness