Quotes about Self-reflection

Judging yourself to be full of virtue paralyses. Judging yourself to be full of guilt also paralyses.

Life changing repentance begins where blame shifting ends.

Let's stop blaming our unbelief on the pastor we once had, on our childhood, on circumstances, or on anything else. There is no excuse for us not to believe in the Lord.

You must constantly ask yourself these questions: Who am I around? What are they doing to me? What have they got me reading? What have they got me saying? Where do they have me going? What do they have me thinking? And most important, what do they have me becoming? Then ask yourself the big question: Is that okay? Your life does not get better by chance, it gets better by change.

We need to stop focusing on them and ask God to open our eyes to our own faults.

Let go of the overwhelming desire to justify what you did and explain what they did.

We may never have another Great Awakening in our nation until you and I stop pointing our finger at "them" and deal with the sin in our own hearts and lives.

Stop resisting Him. Stop resenting Him. Stop complaining. Stop feeling sorry for yourself. Stop demanding what you want. Stop focusing on the outer wrappings of yourself and your circumstances. Adjust your attitude. Change your mind about things — about yourself— about others — about Him. Relax in total trust. He knows what He's doing. Unwrap the package! Let go, and look up! Let Him open the eyes of your heart. OPEN YOUR EYES!

Very few of the people who accentuate the futility of life remark the futility of themselves. Perhaps they think that in proclaiming the evil of living they somehow salvage their own worth from the ruin - but they don't, even you and I...

Very few of the people who accentuate the futility of life remarks the futility of themselves.

In 1913, when Anthony Patch was twenty-five, two years were already gone since irony, the Holy Ghost of this later day, had, theoretically at least, descended upon him. Irony was the final polish of the shoe, the ultimate dab of the clothes-brush, a sort of intellectual There!—yet

I'm thirty,' I said. 'I'm five years too old to lie to myself and call it honor.