“We all make mistakes, Josephine. It is how we deal with them that makes all the difference in our lives.”
“Building takes many, many mistakes.”
“And a special thanks for not burning up the whole ship. Including yourself, you daft bum-rag.”
“I make mistakes; I ll be the second to admit it.”
“I love mistakes. It shows you were trying.”
“I m a teenager, and we mess up sometimes.”
“Some people have mastered the art of acting like a Judge when others make mistakes... But acting like a Lawyer when they do.”
“It is part of the human nature always to judge others very severely and,when the wind turns against us,always to find an excuse for our own misdeeds,or to blame someone else for our mistakes.”
“I m selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times hard to handle. But if you can t handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don t deserve me at my best.”
“Anyone who has never made a mistake has never tried anything new.”
“Isn t it nice to think that tomorrow is a new day with no mistakes in it yet?”
“When you find your path, you must not be afraid. You need to have sufficient courage to make mistakes. Disappointment, defeat, and despair are the tools God uses to show us the way.”
“Never interrupt your enemy when he is making a mistake.”
“Well, we all make mistakes, dear, so just put it behind you. We should regret our mistakes and learn from them, but never carry them forward into the future with us.”
“It was one thing to make a mistake; it was another thing to keep making it. I knew what happened when you let yourself get close to someone, when you started to believe they loved you: you d be disappointed. Depend on someone, and you might as well admit you re going to be crushed, because when you really needed them, they wouldn t be there. Either that, or you d confide in them and you added to their problems. All you ever really had was yourself, and that sort of sucked if you were less than reliable.”
“Nowadays most people die of a sort of creeping common sense, and discover when it is too late that the only things one never regrets are one s mistakes.”
“Will’s voice dropped. “Everyone makes mistakes, Jem.” “Yes,” said Jem. “You just make more of them than most people.” “I —” “You hurt everyone,” said Jem. “Everyone whose life you touch.” “Not you,” Will whispered. “I hurt everyone but you. I never meant to hurt you.” Jem put his hands up, pressing his palms against his eyes. “Will —” “You can’t never forgive me,” Will said in disbelief, hearing the panic tinging his own voice. “I’d be —” “Alone?” Jem lowered his hand, but he was smiling now, crookedly. “And whose fault is that?”