Posts Tagged ‘gentleness’

Gentleness with others thrives in the very places we shelter our own weaknesses.

Acceptance slides the handcuffed a key.

To love someone to health is to love yourself.

Acceptance shines in the eyes lit by the heart.

As all can see, I am what you will let me be.

What I do not accept I murder and leave lying in a pool of judgment.

Acceptance at last, debrides us of the wounded past.

The house of acceptance is the home of the condemned.

The blamed have a unique opportunity — to stop blaming.

I am not safe with you if you do not love yourself.

The judged learn not to judge.

Your safety lies within my love of myself.

The condemned have an opportunity; they can make a sharp turn toward perfection.

Harshness is a rope, gentleness a microscope.

Gentleness has nothing to do with gender; it is a matter of genius.

Gentleness comforts the child, nutures the adult and consoles the aged.

Emotional brokenness is the birth mother of unblemished gentleness.

Cruelty is full of anxiety,  but gentleness overflows with safety.

In gentle places even the weak find their faces.

Gentleness domesticates.

A national border is sign of a disorder.

To protect himself, a gentle man may turn viciously on his own friend.

Religion may make men harsh.

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Posted: February 21, 2011 in judgment
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Rules are a relational ruse; pound them and you’ll cook your goose.

Nag and pick, poke and demand, you’ll make the final judgment bland.

The! — “Meh.”

Our prejudices limit our pleasures.

Those who most pound the rules are those who most often break them.

Unfinished stories deserve unfinished judgments.

Political culture, dove or vulture.

We all exist in a state of subnormality; your version won’t fix that.

Gentle words never hint at the furious battle within by which those words were made gentle.

Judge nothing; decern everything.

The exception to one rule doesn’t begin a new one.

Experts are only for the secure.

Racism is an attachment disorder.

Our soteriology should always trump the judgments of our morality.

A hug is an antevenom for judgment.