Quotes About Reflection

Education doesn't change life much. It just lifts trouble to a higher plane of regard.

So was I once myself a swinger of birches. And so I dream of going back to be.

A voice said, Look me in the stars And tell me truly, men of earth, If all the soul-and-body scars Were not too much to pay for birth.

I dwell in a lonely house I know That vanished many a summer ago.

Nobody was ever meant to remember or invent what he did with every cent.

Our very life depends on everythings' recurring til we answer from within.

I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet When far away an interrupted cry Came over houses from another street, But not to call me back or say good-bye; And further still at an unearthly height, A luminary clock against the sky Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right. I have been one acquainted with the night.

Our life runs down in sending up the clock. The brook runs down in sending up our life. The sun runs down in sending up the brook. And there is something sending up the sun. It is this backward motion toward the source, Against the stream, that most we see ourselves in, The tribute of the current to the source. It is from this in nature we are from. It is most us.

Before I built a wall I'd ask to know What I was walling in or walling out, And to whom I was like to give offense.

El bosque es hermoso, oscuro y profundo. Pero tengo promesas que cumplir, y millas que recorrer antes de dormir. Y millas que recorrer antes de dormir.

They would not find me changed from him they knew — Only more sure of all I thought was true.

Yes, and even for the past...that it will turn out to have been all right for what it was. Something I can accept. Mistakes made by the self I had to be or was not able to be.

So when at times the mob is swayed To carry praise or blame too far, We may choose something like a star To stay our minds on and be staid.

The question that he frames in all but words is what to make of a diminished thing.

En un bosque se bifurcaron dos caminos, y yo... Yo tomé el menos transitado. Esto marcó toda la diferencia.

The figure a poem makes. It begins in delight and ends in wisdom... in a clarification of life - not necessarily a great clarification, such as sects and cults are founded on, but in a momentary stay against confusion.

No, this is no beginning. Then an end? End is a gloomy word.

I had A Lover's Quarrel With The World.

If it is with outer seriousness, it must be with inner humor. If it is with outer humor, it must be with inner seriousness. Neither one alone without the other under it will do.

And lonely as it is that loneliness Will be more lonely ere it will be less-- A blanker whiteness of benighted snow With no expression, nothing to express. They cannot scare me with their empty spaces Between stars--on stars where no human race is. I have it in me so much nearer home To scare myself with my own desert places.

Di hutan, kulihat dua cabang jalan terbentang. Kuambil yang jarang dilalui orang. Dan itulah yang membuat segala perbedaan

I shall be telling this with a sigh somewhere ages and ages hence. Two roads diverged in a wood, and I, I took the one less traveled by, and that had made all the difference.

I'd like to get away from earth awhile and then come back to it and begin over.

I have wished a bird would fly away, And not sing by my house all day; Have clapped my hands at him from the door When it seemed as if I could bear no more. The fault must partly have been in me. The bird was not to blame for his keys. And of course there must be something wrong In waiting to silence any song.