Quotes About Reflection

It's our scars that make us who we are.

Nursing homes and rest homes are all the rage round here. Most of us will be in them before very long. Do you fancy that? Are you looking forward to it? No, neither am I. But I'm doing something about that. Just whisky and cigarettes, so far, mostly.

To face this fact is to encounter one of the most demanding challenges in thinking about history: explaining how people in the past could have failed to see what seems so clear to us in retrospect. This is an imperative task but also a delicate and exacting one. On one hand, explanation can shade into excuse, on the other hand, passing judgment on the past can be a form of self-congratulation in the present.

Before dismissing such men as 'mediocre, timid, and weak,' one might ask oneself how many of us would welcome such a war, especially without the knowledge of hindsight?

Every science fiction is a reading of the period that produced it.

In order to love who you are, you cannot hate the experiences that shaped you.

Keeping the future open by refraining from making irrevocable decisions that one could eventually regret, requires vigilance, reflection, and sagacity at all times. Politics, as the art of preserving the possibility of choices and debate on those choices, is therefore at the heart of technological dynamics.

'Eyes Wide Open' took shape from two real life events straight from my own past. One was the sad suicide of my young nephew, a troubled kid, who was found at the bottom of a landmark cliff in central California. The second was a chance encounter forty years ago with none other than, ahem, Charles Manson!

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know how to turn a failed experiment into a life lesson

Ada kecenderungan untuk meninggalkan kegagalan dan membiarkannya tertimbusdek masa.Jumlah pembelajaran yang amat banyak terbazir begitu saja kerana kegagalan tidak di kupas sepenuhnya.Jadi pembelajaran sebenar adalah apa yg dipelajari drpd kegagalan.

can only conclude that the appearance of age and order in stratigraphic successions is an elaborate ruse, part of a great cosmic charade set up to trap the unfaithful. What sort of God would do that? One who can be petty and vengeful, who may love His creation but doesn't trust it. A God, in other words, much like ourselves. In his zeal to know the mind of God, the creationist finds only a mirror.

To be in a body is to hear the heartbeat of death at every moment.

If you're really listening, if you're awake to the poignant beauty of the world, your heart breaks regularly.

If you're listening, if you're awake to the poignant beauty of the world, your heart breaks regularly. In fact, your heart is made to break; it's purpose is to burst open again and again so that it can hold ever more wonders.

I pray for the gift of silence, Of emptiness and solitude, Where everything I touch is turned into prayer:

They faced each other at opposite ends of an illusion.

Tomorrow the rush of men, all working for a living, would drown him; but now, at this moment, in this soft green twilight, this soft green Sunday evening, when the heart of the world seemed to lie beating in the palm of his hand, he sat in that huge house upstairs terrified that he would never live.

I'll go live in the woods," said Malone. "You'll be lonely," said Sutherland. "Even Thoreau went to town in the afternoon to gossip.

I couldn't not write. Sometimes I ask myself, How do people get through life without writing? I write to calm anxiety, to process pain. Writing to me is reflection.

Now, at this moment, in this soft green twilight, this soft green Sunday evening, when the heart of the world seemed to lie beating in the palm of his hand, he sat in that huge house upstairs terrified that he would never live.

He felt as if he were a character in Henry James; he began to suspect he was to be that man to whom nothing whatsoever was to happen.

He stopped visiting married friends. Married friends, he decided one evening after returning from a visit, depress me.

That night he got up out of bed and put on his maroon polo shirt, which everyone said he looked so handsome in, and went downstairs and drove off in his car, where he did not know. He just drove.