Quotes by Criss Jami

After each of his books, the writer, for a while, feels once again that he can now die happy.

Those small moments of pleasure men get from sin, from defying God, are perhaps grace - His final gift still to those who hard-heartedly choose to deny Him. Godless men may blatantly enjoy offending God not because they are free-spirited, but on the whole because He moves them to enjoy it. Sin is, in a sense, still touching God: for a strike involves a touch. Perhaps this is His divine kindness. Faithful men find everlasting fulfillment in His good company; but godless men who strike at the Author of Joy, who are completely ignorant of the greater, for them - and by Gods love for His enemies - there is yet this small recoil known as pleasure before the fall.

God loves each person, I believe; although, just like we do in our private homes, He reserves His kingdom only for those whom He enjoys.

I am often guilty of expecting the worst so as to avoid disappointment and welcome surprise.

Fresh, solid ideas feel like gifts to writers, therefore every morning is Christmas.

As a poet there is something about joy I find hard to express, whereas every other emotion is rather simple. For instance, you never feel so bad that you cant describe how bad you feel, but joy on the other hand is far too divine for human language.

Many of us fight for and boast our freedom of what is ultimately the ability to prove ourselves to other people. It is unfortunate that only a few of us are so free in our joy, we no longer feel the need to prove ourselves to anyone.

I wont be stuck in traffic til I see how rugged my path isAnd right now Im loving how fast my troubles are fastingNo they dont bother me oh realizing Im psychopathicA wild beast, baby Im gladly running afterYes a thing called peace outlasting any madnessThe devil fears me oh hes feelingLike a fragment of a fractionNo he wont come near meCause his hat tricks out of practice

A rebel adult often seems like a glorious savior, whereas a rebel child often seems like a little devil.

Rebuke without love is abuse. But, a love that would never rebuke? I dare to admit that that, too, would be a kind of abuse.

Generally it appears the case that, when faced with all lifes problems, the baby, he wants to cry about everything, the child wants to question everything, the teenager wants to rebel against everything, the young adult wants to solve everything, the middle-aged adult wants to protect everything, and the elder wants to accept everything.

Children are the most reasonable about discipline. When they tell you not to do something, its always because they know why.

God speaks of his children shining best in ways that only he can provide. The heavens lift one as a golden child while the flesh lowers one to a child with gold.

We first become salesmen as children in the confession booths of our parents.

I find it a challenge to cooperate in a society where its considered moral to critique a résumé yet immoral to critique morality.

Some skeptics believe religious people are religious because they fear Hell. Its about as fair as saying skeptics are skeptics because they fear the ridicule of modern society.

Of all individuals, the hated, the shunned, and the peculiar are arguably most themselves. They wear no masks whatsoever in order to be accepted and liked; they do seem most guarded, but only by their own hands: as compared to the populace, they are naked.

As for the majority, it is not so much race as it is political affiliation that really divides it today. What was once an issue of physical difference is now one of intellectual difference. Men have yet to master disagreeing without flashing all their frustrations that come with it; the conservative will throw half-truths while the liberal will throw insults. Combine these and what do you get? A dishonest mockery of a country.

In a society where dirt sells, for every good story told as it is, you will hear the whole of that days 10 bad stories sensationalized; although in reality, it could be that 100 good deeds happened that day which went unsung.

The foundation of morality on the human sentiments of what is acceptable behavior versus repulsive behavior has always made morals susceptible to change. Much of what was repulsive 100 years ago is normal today, and - although it may be a slippery slope - what is repulsive today is possible to be normal 100 years into tomorrow; the human standard has always been but to push the envelope. In this way, all generations are linked, and one can only hope that every extremist, self-proclaimed progressive is considering this ultimate Utopia to which his kindness will lead at the end of the chain.