1,732 Quotes About Mistakes

You are not the 'doer' of this, there is a mistake in your belief. For the work that is not Yours, you claim, "I did it." Moreover, You are not even aware of what Your work is. Therefore, how much of Your work would be accomplished? No work has been accomplished. You had come without awakened awareness (jagruti); you were born in this world, and that too without awakened awareness, and you left without awakened awareness too. You ended up binding so much demerit karma without doing anything?

The world is going on [naturally]. Is it acceptable for the driver to say, "I am driving it," when it is the engine that is running it? The vitaraag Lords (absolutely detached Lords) have said, "This is the mistake that needs to be broken."   

There is no point in reliving your past, day after day, moment after moment. Look back only to smile at the beautiful moments and to review past life lessons. There is no benefit found in reliving your pain. There is no benefit found in punishing yourself. Your mistakes are with you forever and if you choose to hate them, they will haunt you for the rest of time. Live with your mistakes; they are a part of you now.

The world is existing on which basis? It is the mistake of atikraman (aggression through thoughts, speech or action). There is no problem with kraman (neutral or natural action, actions that do not have any good or bad implications), but if atikraman occurs, then you have to do ‘pratikraman’ for it.

In order to wash away past mistakes, it is necessary to have both repentance in the ‘relative’ and bliss in the ‘Real’.

When a machine does a mistake, it’s not a mistake, something is wrong. When human do mistakes, it is a mistake, but nothing wrong.

Seasons turned, apple blossoms blushed and withered, fruit swelled and dropped, snow fell and melted, and children grew to bear children of their own, to make mistakes of their own, to love and hate and fear on their own, to die by hunger, by volence, by the lure of the wider world. Promises were made, hearts were broken, and people twisted themselves around and around and around, the soft green tendrils of their dreams hardening into woody vines that could not bend but would some day break.

The instant the words are out of his mouth, he realizes his mistake. It’s like getting smacked in the back of the head with a snowball: a thud, followed by glass-sharp prickles of dread melting down your neck.

I need to stop renaming the decisions I've made as mistakes just because I wish I could take them back.