The act of expressing Disapproval

Opinion about someone’s fault or bad qualities

A statement showing dissatisfaction

A successful man is one who can lay firm foundation with the bricks others have thrown at him.

Criticize the performance, not the performer.

Do what you feel in your heart to be right -for you’ll be criticized anyway. You’ll be damned if you do, and damned if you don’t.

Don’t make criticising others as a source of your happiness.

Even a hare will bite when it is cornered.                                  – Chinese Proverb

Everyone in your life is going to hurt you sooner or later, you just have to realisewho is worth? The Pain or the Person.

When you give a lot of time to the improvement of yourself, there is no time to criticise others.                                                                            – Brahma Kumaris

If People criticize, hurt, shout at you, don’t bother, Just remember “In every game only Audience makes noise, Not the Player”.

If people talk behind your back, it means you are few steps ahead of them.

If someone hurts you, do not mind it, because it is a law of nature that the tree that has sweetest fruit bears maximum number of stones.

If you don’t want to get involved you have no right to criticise.

Life is BEST for those who accept. Life is DIFFICULT for those who analyse. Life is WORST for those who criticise. Attitude defines our life.

You may Try to Prove that “You are Right” But, Never Attempt to Prove that “Others are Wrong”.

Most people remember compliments for a few minutes and insults for years. They become garbage collectors.

Never rebuke a man in such a way as to shame him in public.                   – Rashi

The best way to convince some people that they are wrong is to let them have their own way.

What ever you do, people will throw either flowers or bricks on you. Flowers are perishable but the bricks can be used life long for building personality.

– Hemant C. Lodha

 

A water bearer and his humbleness

 

A water bearer had two large pots, each hung on each end of a pole which he carried across his neck. One of the pots had a crack in it, and while the other pot was perfect and always delivered a full portion of water at the end of the long walk from the stream to the master’s house, the cracked pot arrived only half full.

For a full two years this went on daily, with the bearer delivering only one and a half pots full of water in his master’s house. Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments, perfect to the end for which it was made. But the poor cracked pot was ashamed of its own imperfection, and miserable that it was able to accomplish only half of what it had been made to do.

After two years of what it perceived to be a bitter failure, it spoke, to the water bearer one day by the stream. “I am ashamed of myself, and I want to apologize to you.”

Why?” asked the bearer.”What are you ashamed of?”

“Because this crack in my side causes water to leak out all the way back to your master’s house. Because of my flaws, you have to do all of this work, and you don’t get full value from your efforts,” the pot said.

The water bearer felt sorry for the old cracked pot, and in his compassion he said, “As we return to the master’s house, I want you to notice the beautiful flowers along the path.” Indeed, as they went up the hill, the old cracked pot took notice of the sun warming the beautiful wild flowers on the side of the path, and this cheered it some. But at the end of the trail, it still felt bad because-it had leaked out half its load, and so again it apologized to the bearer for its failure.

The bearer said to the pot, “Did you notice that there were flowers only on your side of your path, but not on the other pot’s side? That’s because I have always known about your flaw, and I took advantage of it. I planted flower seeds on your side of the path, and every day while we walk back from the stream, you’ve watered them. For two years I have been able to pick these beautiful flowers to decorate my master’s table. Without you being just the way you are, he would not have this beauty to grace his house.”

Moral of the Story:

Each of us has our own unique flaws. We’re all cracked pots. Some of us are old, some not so smart, some fat, some balQ, some physically challenged, but it’s the cracks and flaws we each have that make our lives together so very interesting and rewarding. You’ve just got to take each person for what they are, and look for the good in them. There is a lot of good out there. There is a lot of good in you!

Blessed are the flexible, for they shall not be bent out of shape.

Remember to appreciate all the different people in your life!

My mother used to always say what people will think.

I remember the fights we used to have

over clothes she wanted me to wear.

Your not coming out with me dressed like that she’d  say.

Your jeans aren’t ironed properly, its embarrassing shed say.

What will think?

I remember the fights wed have over

my maths homework when I was nine

She worked in a special needs school and told me

that’s were I was going to end up.

Then what will she do?

III have to quit my job because of the embarrassment she’d say.

You’re stupid she’d say.

What will people think?