Quotes About Reflection

En la medida en que el Espíritu del Señor opera en nosotros, nos parecemos más a él y reflejamos más su gloria». 2 Corintios 3:18 (BAD).

VERSíCULO PARA RECORDAR: «Todo comenzó en él y para los propósitos de él». Colosenses 1:16b (PAR). PREGUNTA PARA CONSIDERAR: A pesar de toda la publicidad que me rodea, ¿qué puedo hacer para recordar que la vida consiste en vivirla para Dios y no para mí mismo?

Todo acto en nuestras vidas toca alguna cuerda que vibrará en la eternidad.

Quizás consideres que resulta morboso pensar en la muerte, pero en realidad es contraproducente vivir negándola y no considerar lo que es inevitable.

In our final moments we all realize that relationships are what life is all about. Wisdom is learning that truth sooner rather than later.

You are not too old and it is not too late to dive into your increasing depths where life calmly gives out its own secret.

Most of my life has been spent not understanding, and I can assure you, it was not easy.

Der Abend ist mein Buch Der Abend ist mein Buch. Ihm prangen die Deckel purpurn in Damast; ich löse seine goldnen Spangen mit kühlen Händen, ohne Hast. Und lese seine erste Seite, beglückt durch den vertrauten Ton, - und lese leiser seine zweite, und seine dritte träum ich schon.

And children are still the way you were ...as a child, sad and happy in just the same way and if you think of your childhood, you once again live among them, among the solitary children, and the grownups are nothing, and their dignity has no value.

O Lord, give each person his own personal death. / A thing that moves out of the same life he lived, / In which he had love, and intelligence, and trouble.

the longer I live, the more necessary it seems to me to endure, to copy the whole dictation of existence to the end, for it might be that only the last sentence contains that small, perhaps inconspicuous word through which all laboriously learned and not understood orients itself toward glorious sense.

His gaze, blunted by the unnumbered procession of iron bars, uncounted as his softly padded steps. Smooth motion of blood and sinew turning in its own, small circle prescribed by bars and walls ...and skin, confined. Suddenly, without warning, a flash of light and image pierces the caged brain, and passing through its beating heart to stillness finds its way.

The ultimate intuitions and insights will only approach one who lives in his work and remains there, and whoever considers them from afar gains no power over them.

Then draw near to nature. Pretend you are the very first man and then write what you see and experience, what you love and lose.

I don't want to talk to anyone, lest I squander your words' echo, which ripples like a shine over mine and lends their sound a richness.

Da schlug er jäh die Hände vors Gesicht, wie er so kniete, um nichts zu sehen mehr nach diesem Lächeln.

What else can I tell you? It seems to me that everything has its proper emphasis; and finally I want to add just one more bit of advice: to keep growing, silently and earnestly, through your whole development; you couldn't disturb it any more violently than by looking outside and waiting for outside answers to questions that only your innermost feeling, in your quietest hour, can perhaps answer.

Reading brings the world into your heart

EXEUNT THE VIOLS Listen: even the ocean mourns the passage of voices so pure and penetrant, that insect hum. Who discovered usefulness? Who forgot how to sing, simply? (Magnificence spoke up briefly, followed by the race boat's break-neck dazzle.)…their last chord a breath drawn deep in a garden maze, there near the statue smiling under the stars.

LOOKING UP FROM THE PAGE, I AM REMINDED OF THIS MORTAL COIL Mercurial ribbon licking the cut lip of the Blue Ridge— daybreak or end, I can't tell as long as I ignore the body's marching orders, as long as I am alive in air . . . What good is the brain without traveling shoes?

Cada día que pasa me parece que mi vida ha sido la justa, y que si tuviera que elegir de nuevo mi propia vida elegiría la que tuve.

Oh well, maybe the only beauty left in cities is in the oil slicks on the road and maybe there isn't any beauty left in the people who live in these places.

Whoever heard of a neurotic frog? Where do humans get off thinking they're the pinnacle of evolution?

I still miss those I loved who are no longer with me but I find I am grateful for having loved them. The gratitude has finally conquered the loss.