Quotes About Reflection

I must go in. The fog is rising.

The lovely flowers embarrass me. They make me regret I am not a bee...

How do most people live without any thought? There are many people in the world,--you must have noticed them in the street,--how do they live? How do they get strength to put on their clothes in the morning?

I held a jewel in my fingers And went to sleep. The day was warm, and winds were prosy; I said: 'T will keep. I woke and chid my honest fingers,— The gem was gone; And now an amethyst remembrance Is all I own.

I hope your rambles have been sweet, and your reveries spacious

The only Commandment I ever obeyed — 'Consider the Lilies.

Some keep the Sabbath going to church, I keep it staying at home, with a bobolink for a chorister, and an orchard for a dome.

I stepped from Plank to Plank So slow and cautiously The Stars about my Head I felt, About my Feet the Sea. I knew not but the next Would be my final inch — This gave me that precarious Gait Some call Experience.

Mine Enemy is growing old -- I have at last Revenge -- The Palate of the Hate departs -- If any would avenge Let him be quick -- the Viand flits -- It is a faded Meat -- Anger as soon as fed is dead -- 'Tis starving makes it fat

But it is growing damp and I must go in. Memory's fog is rising.

I work to drive the awe away, yet awe impels the work.

These are the days when birds come back, a very few, a Bird or two, to take a backward look.

Have you got a brook in your little heart, Where bashful flowers blow, And blushing birds go down to drink, And shadows tremble so?

But are not all facts dreams as soon as we put them behind us?

Look back on Time, with kindly eyes - He doubtless did his best - How softly sinks that trembling sun In Human Nature's West -

There are depths in every Consciousness, from which we cannot rescue ourselves - to which none can go with us.

Life is death we're lengthy at

And somebody has lost the face That made existence home!

The soul unto itself Is an imperial friend, — Or the most agonizing spy An enemy could send. Secure against its own, No treason it can fear; Itself its sovereign, of itself The soul should stand in awe.

The past is not a package one can lay away.

For you know we do not mind our dress When we are going home

I never spoke — unless addressed — And then, 'twas brief and low — I could not bear to live — aloud — The Racket shamed me so — And if it had not been so far — And any one I knew Were going — I had often thought How noteless — I could die —

And then a Plank in Reason, broke/And I dropped down, and down

Look back on time with kindly eyes, He doubtless did his best; How softly sinks his trembling sun In human nature's west!