Quotes About Reflection

Men of few words are the best men.

Make not your thoughts you prisons.

I wasted time, and now doth time waste me.

Grief makes one hour ten

He is divinely bent on meditation.

Had I but died an hour before this chance I had lived a blessed time; for, from this instant,There's nothing serious in mortality, All is but toys; renown and grace is dead, The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees Is left this vault to brag of.

Remembrance of things past.

Who buys a minute's mirth to wail a week?Or sells eternity to get a toy?For one sweet grape who will the vine destroy?

Lord Polonius: What do you read, my lord? Hamlet: Words, words, words. Lord Polonius: What is the matter, my lord? Hamlet: Between who? Lord Polonius: I mean, the matter that you read, my lord.

Forbear to judge, for we are sinners all.Close up his eyes, and draw the curtain close;And let us all to meditation.

Let me embrace thee, sour adversity, for wise men say it is the wisest course.

Whose sore taskDoes not divide the Sunday from the week.

At your ageThe heyday in the blood is tame, it's humble.

Fish not, with this melancholy bait,For this fool-gudgeon, this opinion.

The poor soul sat sighing by a sycamore tree,Sing all a green willow;Her hand on her bosom, her head on her knee,Sing willow, willow, willow.

I fear he will prove the weeping philosopher when he grows old, being so full of unmannerly sadness in his youth.

Let us not burden our remembrancesWith a heaviness that's gone.

O God! Horatio, what a wounded name,Things standing thus unknown, shall live behind me.If thou didst ever hold me in thy heart,Absent thee from felicity awhile,And in this harsh world draw thy breath in pain,To tell my story.

He reads much;He is a great observer, and he looksQuite through the deeds of men.

Ruin hath taught me thus to ruminate,That Time will come and take my love away.This thought is as a death, which cannot chooseBut weep to have that which it fears to lose.

I'll note you in my book of memory.

Ay, now am I in Arden; the more fool I: when I was at home, I was in a better place: but travelers must be content.

Greatness knows itself.

To hold, as 'twere, the mirror up to nature; to show virtue her own feature, scorn her own image, and the very age and body of the time his form and pressure.