Quotes About Reflection

And then he drew a dial from his poke,And, looking on it with lack-luster eye,Says very wisely, "It is ten o'clock;Thus may we see," quoth he, "how the world wags."

I have seen better faces in my timeThan stands on any shoulder that I seeBefore me at this instant.

Each substance of a grief hath twenty shadows.

Death, death: O, amiable lovely death!

Happy in that we are not over happy.

We have seen better days.

In my mind's eye, Horatio.

How all occasions do inform against me,And spur my dull revenge! What is a man,If his chief good and market of his timeBe but to sleep and feed? a beast, no more.Sure he that made us with such large discourse,Looking before and after, gave us notThat capability and godlike reasonTo fust in us unus'd.

I have thought some of nature's journeymen had made men and not made them well, they imitated humanity so abominably.

That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou seest the twilight of such day, As after sunset fadeth in the west, Which by-and-by black night doth take away...

When forty winters shall besiege thy brow,And dig deep trenches in thy beauty's field.

Alas, poor Yorick I knew him Horatio, a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy...

Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player, that struts and frets his hour upon the stage And then is heard no more it is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying Nothing.

Oh God, that men should put an enemy in their mouths to steal away their brains!

Our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything.

Speak to me as to thy thinkings, As thou dost ruminate, and give thy worst of thoughts The worst of words.

The gaudy, blabbing, and remorseful day Is crept into the bosom of the sea.

To die, to sleep --To sleep, perchance to dream, ay there's the rub,For in that sleep of death what dreams may comeWhen we have shuffled off this mortal coil,Must give us pause there's the respectThat makes calamity of so long life.

To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player, That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, And then is heard no more. It is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing.

No, I don't regret anything at this point. That may change on the next phone call, but at the moment I don't regret anything.

Marriage is a reflection of your life in general: how you treat people, how you argue, how secure you are in your own thoughts. How vehemently do you argue your point of view? With what disdain do you view the other's point of view?

Divorce is probably as painful as death.

We live in grief for having left the womb, for having left the teat, then school, then home. In my case, it was leaving marriages, and the death of my wife.

When I did the film Generations, in which the character died, I felt like a guest for the first time. That made me very sad.