Quotes About Human frailty

To be human is to be beautifully flawed

Coleridge was a drug addict. Poe was an alcoholic. Marlowe was killed by a man whom he was treacherously trying to stab. Pope took money to keep a woman's name out of a satire, then wrote a piece so that she could still be recognized, anyhow. Chatterton killed himself. Byron was accused of incest. Do you still want to a writer -and if so, why?

I should have known better. But we all have stupid moments—rationalizations, even blindness, born of weakness and human need.

peccadilloes.

One must recognise what all religious people know, which is that human beings are imperfect and fallen and there's no way in which they alone can surmount the problems which they create.

We're such imperfect beings. I think that's more often the case than not.

We're very, very flawed, myself included.

Consider then, O man! whether there can be anything more wretched and poor, more naked and miserable, than man when he dies, if he be not clothed with Christ's righteousness, and enriched in his God.

Bir damla suya kar???p dönen bu çamur tanesinin üzerindeki biz diÄŸerleri, öylesine dermans?z, öylesine silahs?z, öylesine bilgisiz, öylesine küçüÄŸüz ki.

We are not masters of our own affections; our inclinations dailyalter: now we love pleasure, and anon we shall dote on business. Human frailty will have it so, and who can help it?

The monsters that rose from the dead, they are nothing compared to the ones we carry in our hearts.

Brief and powerless is Man's life; on him and all his race the slow, sure doom falls pitiless and dark.

Man is weak, greedy, craven, lustful, prey to every species of vice and depravity. He will lie, steal, cheat, murder, melt down the very statues of the gods and coin their gold as money for whores. This is man.

Yes, sometimes I have done some wrong things and I'm not an angel.

We'd hoped for love of a different kind, love that knew and forgave our human frailty but did not miniaturize our grander ideas of ourselves.

We'd hoped for love of a different kind, love that knew and forgave our human frailty but did not miniaturize our grander ideas of ourselves.

Everything people did seemed so silly, because they only died in the end.

It is true greatness to have in one the frailty of a man and the security of a god.

A shriveled humanity has a shrunken capacity for receiving the rays of God's love.

O fariseu traiçoeiro dentro de todos nós evita os pecadores.

everyone shares the handicap of mortality. Our individual physical, emotional, and spiritual failures are but symptoms of this disease.

I started out writing when I was young; stuff about exposing the truth about how people are not what they appear, about how they are much more dysfunctional than they seem. Pulling back the curtain - that felt smart. But as I got older, exposing how frail people can be seems less and less deep.

In uncertainty I am certain that underneath their topmost layer of frailty men want to be good and want be loved. Indeed most of their vices are attempted short cuts to love.

Whoever had created humanity had left in a major design flaw. It was its tendency to bend at the knees.