Quotes About Reflection

Taking responsibility for your life means owning your failures and faults as well as your successes and strengths.

No subsection of a piece is too humble to merit our curiosity and serious attention. It may be literally one note (Did I feel relaxed and confident landing on it?) or two notes (Have I truly experienced the space between them%). We build mastery by integrating all these small units.

the golden pathway to learning, not just in music but in anything in life, is through one's own, individual, honest mistakes.

The first time I flew, it was being alive. Nothing was pressing under me. I was living in the fullness of air; air all around me, no holding place to break the air spaces. It's worth everything to be alone in the air, alive.

Trzeba si? pilnowa?, bo inaczej ani si? cz?owiek obejrzy, a ju? zaczyna ka?dego ?a?owa? i w ko?cu nie ma komu w mord? da?

This perpetual hurry of business and company ruins me in soul if not in body. More solitude and earlier hours!

In the calmness of the morning before the mind is heated and weary by the turmoil of the day, you have a season of unusual importance for communing with God and with yourself.

When we come to grips with the true state of our condition, we are ready to fully appreciate what God has done to rescue us from ourselves. It is imperative that we take seriously our true condition as fallen human beings.

I wish I could have known earlier that you have all the time you'll need right up to the day you die.

To me the meanest flower that blows can give Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.

The harvest of a quiet eye, That broods and sleeps on his own heart.

Our noisy years seem moments in the being Of the eternal Silence.

There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream,The earth, and every common sight,To me did seemAppareled in celestial light,The glory and the freshness of a dream.It is not now as it hath been of yore—Turn wheresoe'er I may,By night or day,The things which I have seen I now can see no more.

Strongest mindsAre often those of whom the noisy worldHears least.

Nuns fret not at their convent's narrow room.

Though nothing can bring back the hourOf splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower.

Wisdom is oftentimes nearer when we stoop than when we soar.

Have I not reason to lamentWhat man has made of man?

I listened, motionless and still And, as I mounted up the hill, The music in my heart I bore, Long after it was heard no more.

The mind that is wise mourns less for what age takes away than what it leaves behind.

But hushed be every thought that springsFrom out the bitterness of things.

The harvest of a quiet eye.

Sweet childish days, that were as long As twenty days are now.

That inward eyeWhich is the bliss of solitude.