Quotes About Standards

Little hooligans showing off is okay when they do it away from us, but we don't need that kind of behaviour. You have to have standards. Would have done the same when I was their age, but I'm not. Now is now. There's no room for nostalgia.

Mere adequacy is never adequate.

The only yardstick for success our society has is being a champion. No one remembers anything else.

I'm more comfortable with whatever's wrong with me than my father was whenever he felt he failed or didn't measure up to the standard he set.

At a newsstand, Owen read a German newspaper while Vivie and I paged through the Hungarian fashion magazines, and discussed how the models looked less tormented than models in American magazines. "Maybe it's like how, in cultures where everyone is starving, the standard of beauty is less skinny," Vivie said. We both looked for a moment at the confident Hungarian women, each of whom knew tens of thousands of the words closest to Ivan.

It is to be observed that every case of war averted is a gain in general, for it helps to form a habit of peace, and community habits long continued become standards of conduct.

She hadn't seemed maternal enough, or like a devoted-enough wife. So much more was expected of a female candidate.

And you have suffered through your own selves—your own critical eyes, your own standards, your own minds. Your spirits are beautiful, but they are not easy.

If you don't manufacture a quality product all you've got at the end is a bunch of expensive mistakes.

dime cómo me mides y te diré cómo me comportaré". No

The chances are that, being a woman, young, And pure, with such a pair of large, calm eyes, You write as well...and ill...upon the whole, As other women. If as well, what then? If even a little better,..still, what then? We want the Best in art now, or no art." (L144-149)

Robert is a warm admirer of Balzac and has read most of his books, but certainly — oh certainly — he does not in a general way appreciate our French people quite with our warmth; he takes too high a standard, I tell him, and won't listen to a story for a story's sake.

Who is ever adequate? We all create situations each other can't live up to, then break our hearts at them because they don't.

When we hold our thoughts up against God's standards of what is true and what is real, we can recognize and, with His help, learn to release many of our negative emotions, damaging thoughts, and destructive attitudes.

the great is seldom a deterrent to the mediocre

Aber ich weiß, dass deine Maßstäbe unglaublich hoch sind. Ich glaube, die meisten Menschen könnten ihnen nicht genügen. Nicht ständig. Und genauso kann ich kritisch sein und dich trotzdem sehr gern haben. Ich kann nicht anders, als es zu bemerken, aber das ändert nichts an meinen wirklichen Gefühlen.

By clearly emphasizing all that was lacking in others, by mapping and raising to an art form the catalog of their flaws, Veblen's mother had inversely punched out a template for an ideal human being, and it was the unspoken assumption that Veblen would aspire to this template with all her might.

You don't need to live up to someone else's standards. If you live up to your own, you will do perfectly well.

You made new rules for the people you loved. They weren't subject to the same judgment criteria you reserved for the rest of the world. In some ways you were way easier on them, and in others, much harder.

Most people have opinions about how others should behave ... I just have high standards for who I intend to be no matter how they're behaving!

For every quality in life—goodness, justice, courage, beauty, loyalty—there has to exist a single standard, a model of perfection of which, Socrates says, "all equal objects of sense Ã¢â'¬Â¦ are only imperfect copies.

Heus, kuisheid is alleen iets voor de laagste klasse. [...] Ik ben nog nooit aan een hof geweest waar ze met de kuisheid erg nauw waren.

It was better, he thought, to fail in attempting exquisite things than to succeed in the department of the utterly contemptible.

Nowadays the standards had plummeted so far that I failed even at being a failure. I silently packed up. Nothing else was left. They had even robbed me of self-pity