Quotes About Reflection

For the life to come, I sleep out the thought of it.

Give it an understanding, but no tongue.

Men shut their doors against a setting sun.

While memory holds a seatIn this distracted globe. Remember thee!Yea, from the table of my memoryI'll wipe away all trivial fond records.

Your lordship, though not clean past your youth, hath yet some smack of age in you, some relish of the saltness of time.

O! that a man might knowThe end of this day's business, ere it come.

A peace above all earthly dignities,A still and quiet conscience.

Haste still pays haste, and leisure answers leisure,Like doth quit like, and Measure still for Measure.

Would it not grieve a woman to be over-mastered with a piece of valiant dust? to make an account of her life to a clod of wayward marl?

It goes much against my stomach. Hast any philosophy in thee, shepherd?

How long a time lies in one little word!

A purse of gold most resolutely snatched on Monday night and most dissolutely spent on Tuesday morning.

The sad companion, dull-ey'd melancholy.

For I am nothing if not critical.

And this our life, exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in everything.

All his faults observ'd,Set in a notebook, learn'd, and conn'd by rote.

These are begot in the ventricle of memory, nourished in the womb of pia mater, and delivered upon the mellowing of occasion.

O! that I were as greatAs is my grief, or lesser than my name,Or that I could forget what I have been,Or not remember what I must be now.

These trees shall be my books.

The green mantle of the standing pool.

Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day

Grow like savages—as soldiers will,That nothing do but meditate on blood.

The best in this kind are but shadows.

True is it that we have seen better days.