Quotes About Reflection

I now see transitions for what they are: the dawn of a new chapter. As miraculous as beginnings can be, they can also be excruciating.

Nothing but uncertainty is uncertain. Circumstances come together, only to fall apart moments or months later. And then, in a flash, we must rise up again and regain our footing. In the rearview mirror, I now see so clearly what escaped me then: It's not that the ground underneath me was suddenly shifting; it's that it is never still. That's part of the work my journey - getting comfortable with life's groundlessness.

We don't draw loved ones into our lives coincidentally. They're there to shine a light on our unfinished emotional business, to reveal to us our deepest tendencies. And as my life is proving to me even now, those patterns appear time and time again, often cleverly disguised. And they'll keep right on showing up until we're willing to truly look at them.

longed for solitude, for space and breathing room without the thought of how someone else might be impacted. Traveling with others comes with a daily series of negotiations: Is the room temperature okay? What sites should we visit? What time should we have dinner? Can I sit quietly and read while you go out shopping? On and on. By default, I cater. And rather than feeling the need to accommodate, I wanted the beautiful freedom to choose, to please only myself.

I am here—in the present, standing on the shoulders of all who've paved my way, in awe of where my life has led me.

He broke my heart, and now it's raining, just to rub it in...

Yes I was burned but I called it a lesson learned. Mistake overturned so I call it a lesson learned. My soul has returned so I call it a lesson learned...another lesson learned

The path to self-discovery is not a straight line. It's a zigzag. We move in and out of awareness: one step forward, three steps to the left, a baby step back, another leap forward. A lightbulb moment might shine brightly one day, but then flicker the next. It takes work to hold tightly to a certain consciousness, to live in its wisdom. Every day, I have to intentionally maintain an awareness of my value.

Death is a gift meant to wake up the living, to nudge us toward a life of purpose and intention.

When life forces you to face yourself, what awaits in the mirror is a gift: vulnerability. Your heart is pierced. You're broken open. You're hyperaware of what you're feeling.

But from this side of life, I can see how every moment, every experience, every pivot, even my supposed missteps have been life's way of getting me where I have always been meant to go. Rather than resisting the current, I've learned to surrender.

The mind is a leaf pile where you can bury anything....

I'd die if I was Madonna. I'd die. God, what a horrible way to live. And Michael Jackson! To be so famous and to feel so isolated. I feel so bad for them. I don't know how it feels, and I hope it never happens to me.

Ninacuri suspiró y en ese suspiro se le fue parte de su vida.

Habrá alguna ciudad en el mundo que tenga un monumento reivindicatorio a la prostituta? ¿Un monumento rodeado de jardines y de tristeza, un monumento frente al cual las mujeres suspiren y los hombres se llenen de vergüenza?

Daughter, I'm not crying now because I'm fed up or regret that the Lord created me a woman. No, it's not that. It's just that I'm sad about my life and my youth that have come and gone without my knowing how to live them really and truly as a woman. knowing how to live them really and truly as a woman.

Only half-aware of the movements of his body, she turned her head to one side and stared up at the ceiling, where she noticed a spider's web.

Before thinking about what you are going to say, think about what I am saying.

My art, my greatest art, is the skill to live within me.

There are words, which should leave unspoken, and the true value of a man lies in the words the he has for not saying.

Those who know how one should die knew how one should live.

That the winter snow is less deep than it was when we were children, the crabs fewer under the rocks by the shore, the birds at dawn too quiet, the forest oddly lonesome. That the weather and seasons have become strangers to us. And that we, the human species, are in one way or another responsible.

There's a time in your life where you just have to let go, no matter how much you want and need to hold on.

You have a good argument, Karen. And, would you be willing to consider this from another point of view?