Quotes by Criss Jami

The self-centered man will always expect nothing but praise. He will hope and expect all incoming criticism to be mere self-projection from the critic because when youre self-centered, self-projection is all you can imagine one can do.

The crazy creatives are the creatives who never go completely mad. They arent so easily disheartened by the seemingly endless amounts of scrutiny that creative individuals tend to receive because they, like insanity, are the ones who feed off of opposition and negative feedback and manage to continue along with a healthy ambition. It is the crazy that teaches us to use our gifts wisely and own all the attackers.

To be acceptable is for one to ignore his weakness while knowing his strength, to cover the scar even though its always there, however, to be impossible is for one to see his weakness as, not an adversary, but the cherry on top of his strength, to rearrange the scar so that it compliments his features.

Look for the person everyone hates, and love them.

I have a thing for things that last.

Im not offended until you think Im offended.

The hard part about one being tough yet meek is the illusion of being a punching bag.

The most important part of discernment is pinpointing the forces to be reckoned with, both the constructive and destructive.

It is ironic that constructive thinkers are often misunderstood as negative, as they differ from those longing for positivity: constructive thinkers have been conditioned to find positive in negative rather than suffering from the negative in negative. Or as Paul the Apostle wrote, I have learned the secret to contentment in any and every circumstance. He was right. Indeed the Lord is our strength, especially under the commandment to love one another. Otherwise we are nothing and easily thrown about by both our own and other peoples mind control in a painful, mental, physical desperation to run from every thought, every thing, and every one not seeming so positive or immediately beneficial to us.

Astray from a deep sleep chronic as I write by phonics, like insomnia I will always live the onyx night for revealing, and, upon it, still Ill steal the bright light of day right away just to keep building at speeds hypersonic.

Hopefully, when your actions and deeds - and therefore other people - boast for you, youre made tired of hearing it, too, from your own mouth because if not, all could lose sight of those actions and deeds behind the gong of your boasting.

What men classify as living is often but the discontentment of making oneself itch just to enjoy the scratch.

When everyone believes they are the life coaches, who are the players?

The factory of love encompasses all, but on some days, does it seem to be one of suffocation, squeezing its target too tightly? And on other days not tight enough? Or maybe that is the breath of a living love knowing when to protect, when to release, and when to protect again. For we are the products of an active love - the Father the creator, the Son the perfecter, the Spirit the supervisor - but just like in a factory, to deny the process is to ultimately create a defect of oneself.

The consequence model, the logical one, the amoral one, the one which refuses any divine intervention, is a problem really for just the (hypothetical) logician. You see, towards God I would rather be grateful for Heaven (which I do not deserve) than angry about Hell (which I do deserve). By this the logician within must choose either atheism or theism, but he cannot possibly through good reason choose anti-theism. For his friend in this case is not at all mathematical law: the law in that this equation, this path will consequently direct me to a specific point; over the alternative and the one he denies, God will send me wherever and do it strictly for his own sovereign amusement. The consequence model, the former, seeks the absence of God, which orders he cannot save one from ones inevitable consequences; hence the angry anti-theist within, the logical one, the one who wants to be master of his own fate, can only contradict himself - I do not think it wise to be angry at math.

The most fragile, unhappy people destine themselves to live lives of constantly reminding themselves to be happy.

Creative people are often found either disagreeable or intimidating by mediocrities.

Thoughts are like burning stars, and ideas, they flood, they stretch the universe.

When you have wit of your own, its a pleasure to credit other people for theirs.

I would rather be an artist than a leader. Ironically, a leader has to follow the rules.