Quotes About Reflection

By which I mean that he saw in commonplace events the movement of greater tides than others saw.

He was trying to make up for lost time and money in a way that showed conclusively he did not understand the value of either.

He loved the gigantic peace the Desert gave him. The world was forgotten there; and not the world merely, but all memory of it. Everything faded out. The soul turned inwards upon itself.

We must keep our minds quiet-it's our minds they feel.

He disliked them, not because they were his fellow-countrymen, but because they were noisy and obtrusive, obliterating with their big limbs and tweed clothing all the quieter tints of the day that brought him satisfaction and enabled him to melt into insignificance and forget that he was anybody.

It is, of course, extremely interesting to look back across the years questioningly, wonderingly, objectively, without detachments, though seeing "objectively" does not necessarily imply seeing truthfully.

The reflection that this sudden intimacy was unnatural, he rejected, for many conversations, for many conversations were really gathered into one.

Vance merely echoed the rush of her vital personality.

he found all religions uninteresting because, almost without exception, they start from the present and speculate ahead as to what men shall become, instead of looking back and speculating why men have got here as they are.

He drew into his shell a little, giving the merest sketch of what had happened. But he listened closely while these two practical old friends supplied hm with infomration in the gossiping way that human nature loves.

The world was forgotten there; and not the world merely, but the memory of it. Everything faded out. The soul turned inwards upon itself.

No place worth knowing yields itself at sight, and those the least inviting on first view may leave the most haunting pictures upon the walls of memory.

For the crown of our life as it closesIs darkness, the fruit there of dust.

I have lived long enough, having seen one thing, that love hath an end.

For words divide and rend;But silence is most noble till the end.

Here, where the world is quiet;Here, where all trouble seemsDead winds' and spent waves' riotIn doubtful dreams of dreams.

O brother, the gods were good to you. Sleep, and be glad while the world endures. Be well content as the years wear through; Give thanks for life, and the loves and lures; Give thanks for life, O brother, and death, For the sweet last sound of her feet, her breath, For gifts she gave you, gracious and few,Tears and kisses, that lady of yours.

Save his own soul's light overhead, None leads him, and none ever led, Across birth's hidden harbour-bar, Past youth where shoreward shallows are, Through age that drives on toward the red Vast void of sunset hailed from far, To the equal waters of the dead; Save his own soul he hath no star, And sinks, except his own soul guide, Helmless in middle turn of tide.

I have to have time to think. Why does time run on while a man thinks?

When you play the past over and over in your head, you can begin to see things in it that you missed when you were living it. You come to realize that there were moments when one word said differently, or one thing done at just the right time, would have changed everything.

Mind the time when you would be lying before your family members, and there would be no physician to stop it (death), and no friend to benefit you.

Critics are best motivators.

Silence is one of the gates to wisdom.

Time will come when one's safety lies in ten things: nine of which are in staying aloof from men, and the tenth in staying silent.