Quotes About Reflection

I have learned how to make time pass, but I never stop thinking of you.

Religion works on some people but not on everyone, because it says, 'Stop thinking and accept what I tell you.' That's not valid for people who want to think and reflect.

Something I've noticed as I get older is that I do think about the future more. It's all positive thinking.

Your aim will be knowledge and wisdom, not the reflected glamour of fame.

Live your life like it is the last day you live!

par quelle cécité les hommes s'empêchent-ils de vivre leur vérité?

I have diligently numbered the days of pure and genuine happiness which have fallen to my lot: they amount to fourteen.

People are like shadows: if you follow them, they run away from you; if you run away from them, they follow you.

Umudu k?r?lm?? insana baÅŸka kim hayat?n hat?ras?n? geri verebilir ki, söyle?

they lodge themselves in the infinite corners of recall, and then return in their full regalia in ones and twos and threes, each little bunch stepping forward to corrode the heart with venom again and again.

memory of her grief

GöndermediÄŸim mektuplar? defterde tuttum, böylece defter yaln?zl?k ve keyifsizlik anlar?m?n topland??? bir yere dönüÅŸtü.

Evin sessizliÄŸi beni boÄŸuyordu ve bana onu hat?rlatan çok fazla eÅŸya vard?.

No,' I said, 'nothing like that. Just a lot of bits and pieces to sort out, bits of life.

But I am so afraid of disturbing this fragile silence.

I was fourteen years old then and a person can feel old and wise at that age even when he really had no idea, and what he took for wisdom was only a precocious intuition arrived at without humility, just a little shit working things out for himself.

Lie heavy on him earth, for he laid many a heavy load on thee (suggested epitaph)

Qué es la felicidad? Nada. Una palabra para designar algo que siempre ocurre en el pasado, y, como siempre ocurre en el pasado, resulta que nunca ocurrió.

Nunca temí morir, me daba miedo estar solo. Morir, el acto de morir no tiene en sí mismo ninguna grandeza, nada de misterioso o terrible. Es la muerte, el estar muerto, lo que aún me parece incalculable.

Each star is a mirror reflecting the truth inside you.

Know yourself fearlessly (even quietly) for all the things you are.

With my ninth mind I resurrect my first and dance slow to the music of my soul made new.

The act of writing itself is much like the construction of a mirror made of words. Looking at certain illuminated corners of or cracks within the mirror, the author can see fragments of an objective reality that comprise the physical universe, social communities, political dynamics, and other facets of human existence. Looking in certain other corners of the same mirror, he or she may experience glimpses of a True Self sheltered deftly behind a mask of public proprieties.

Poetry looking in the mirror sees art, and art looking in a mirror sings poetry.