Quotes About Reflection

We were drinking a memory, one that would be forever associated with the memory of this trip.

With everybody. Lots of them don't know it. Most of them up here wouldn't say that word, nigger, but they've got that word in them. Everybody. It's in them buried somewhere, but it's not dead. Some of them don't know they've got it and they wouldn't believe it, but it's there. That's what I knew I'd have to face when I sat there on the bed last night and tried to decide what to do.

I was having an experience that was not new to me. I had suddenly discovered that a decision had been made, by me, upon full consideration, without my knowing it.

I do not ordinarily hunt for a cave in the middle of the biggest excitement and most intense action, but this seemed to hit me in a new spot or something, and anyhow there I was, trying to arrange my mind. Or maybe my feelings. All I knew was that something inside of me needed a little arranging.

Few of us have enough wisdom for justice, or enough leisure for humanity.

I dropped the book on the table, stretched for a good yawn, went and opened the window and stood there looking down on the street long enough to let the sharp cold air make me feel like blankets and hopped for the hay.

The subconscious is not a grave; it's a cistern.

Measure your mind's height by the shade it casts, Robert Browning.

She gave me a little smile, the dimples coming, and said, 'We don't really know ourselves, do we?' 'It depends,' I said. 'Some of us know too much, and some not enough.

Old Time is never discreet or tactful.

dived through the rain across the sidewalk, found

A tiger's eyes can't make light, Saul, they can only reflect it.

Or had it been just a nightmare? I clambered to my feet and went to a mirror to look, and there was a livid ring around my neck.

You are to act in the light of experience as guided by intelligence.

It is my conceit to expose myself to reproach only from others, never from myself.

But for anyone who is fed up with people and noise, the favorite spot could be Lily Rowan's cabin clearing. I admit there is a little noise, Berry Creek making a fuss about the rocks that won't move, but after a couple of days you hear it only when you want to.

A person who does not read cannot think. He may have good mental processes, but he has nothing to think about. You can feel for people or natural phenomena and react to them, but they are not ideas. You cannot think about them." [ Life magazine, December 10, 1965]

I made a choice and I must live with it.

we are born with the power to hear, we must learn to listen. we are born with the power to see, we must learn to understand. we are born with the power to make mistakes, we must learn to accept and forgive

The older I've got the less I find myself going back and re-reading or really reading new fiction or poetry.

Almost all of my really good times have been silent but have had to end.

The way my life goes, I can't tell if there are pits in my cherries or cherries among my pits, philosophically speaking.

within the core of each of us is the child we once were. This child constitutes the foundation of what we have become, who we are, and what we will be.

People say, I'm tired of thinking about race, it's a drag. Yeah, well, welcome to my life! I don't care who you are. We have the time and the headspace for this stuff. The least you can do is take a moment.