Quotes About Reflection

In stillness I notice how time and space disappear. All there is is the present moment and my willingness to listen...to allow the stillness to speak-Eileen Fisher

In the light of eternity, is it better to sell out and ride or stand up and walk?

The personality and the ego scream, while the soul whispers.

You look back,' Max said, 'you can't believe that much time went by. You look ahead and you think, shit, if it goes that fast I better do something with it

She said, Coming across the yard you had your hat off, but as you reached the door you put it on. I guess I did, didn't I? You were being...I want to say official, and your hat's like a badge of office. You like to set it forward a little, close over your eyes. I've had that hat eight years, Raylan said. I never thought I wore it any special way, I just put it on my head.

She was beginning to look older to him. The view was the same. It didn't change.

You know what happens when you play a country tune backwards? You get your girl and your truck back, you're not drunk anymore and your hound dog comes back to life." She said, "I was born in Nashville

I didn't realize you needed a response. When Hamlet is giving a monologue, he just goes on and on by himself.

He's male. I've noticed that sometimes the brains simply get left out of the package.

I never did learn how to live in the moment, but I did learn that moments could be wasted and the world would continue to spin on its axis.

There, there, she said. Don't take it so hard, Dee. Wars don't last forever. I know. I can remember...

We need days of failure because they help humble us, and through them we can see how God's grace is poured out on the humble.

When we fail to respond in Christlikeness to the disappointments of life, it's usually because we've forgotten all he has accomplished for us.

For all our penny-wisdom, for all out soul-destroying slavery to habit, it is not to be doubted that all men have sublime thoughts.

De meeste schaduw in dit leven veroorzaken we door in ons eigen zonlicht te gaan staan.

It is not worth the bother of killing yourself, since you always kill yourself too late.

I don't understand why we must do things in this world, why we must have friends and aspirations, hopes and dreams. Wouldn't it be better to retreat to a faraway corner of the world, where all its noise and complications would be heard no more? Then we could renounce culture and ambitions; we would lose everything and gain nothing; for what is there to be gained from this world?

What do you do from morning to night? I endure myself.

Is it possible that existence is our exile and nothingness our home?

Knowledge subverts love: in proportion as we penetrate our secrets, we come to loathe our kind, precisely because they resemble us.

If I were to be totally sincere, I would say that I do not know why I live and why I do not stop living. The answer probably lies in the irrational character of life which maintains itself without reason.

Tears do not burn except in solitude.

We are so lonely in life that we must ask ourselves if the loneliness of dying is not a symbol of our human existence.

Do I look like someone who has something to do here on earth?' —That's what I'd like to answer the busybodies who inquire into my activities.