Quotes About Reflection

Who hears music, feels his solitude Peopled at once.

how sad and bad and mad it was - but then, how it was sweet

Paracelsus At times I almost dream I too have spent a life the sages' way, And tread once more familiar paths. Perchance I perished in an arrogant self-reliance Ages ago; and in that act a prayer For one more chance went up so earnest, so Instinct with better light let in by death, That life was blotted out — not so completely But scattered wrecks enough of it remain, Dim memories, as now, when once more seems The goal in sight again.

On a day like today I am stung by the splendor of a sudden thought.

What Youth deemed crystal, Age finds out was dew

Doing our emotional healing allows us to feel clear about what is in front of us instead of torturing ourselves by obsessively thinking, trying to figure out what's right and what's wrong.

It is necessary to own and honor the child who we were in order to Love the person we are. And the only way to do that is to own that child's experiences, honor that child's feelings, and release the emotional grief energy that we are still carrying around." Codependence: The Dance of Wounded Souls

Prudent, cautious self-control, is wisdom's root.

Oh wad some power the giftie gie usTo see oursels as ithers see us!It wad frae monie a blunder free us, An' foolish notion.

In durance vile here must I wake and weep,And all my frowsy couch in sorrow steep.

Should auld acquaintance be forgot,And never brought to min'?Should auld acquaintance be forgot,And days o' auld lang syne?

Perhaps it may turn out a sang,Perhaps turn out a sermon.

Ye banks and braes o' bonny Doon,How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair?How can ye chant, ye little birds,And I sae weary fu' o' care!Thou'll break my heart, thou warbling bird,That wantons thro' the flowering thorn!Thou minds me o' departed joys,Departed never to return.

For auld lang syne, my dear,For auld lang syne,We'll tak a cup o' kindness yetFor auld lang syne!

O would some power the giftie gie us to see ourselves as others see us.

O wad some Power the giftie gie us To see oursels as ithers see us!

ah the power that gift would give us, to see ourselves as others see us.

Even thou who mournst the daisies fate, that fate is thine.

Even tho who mournst the daisies fate, that fate is thine.

While we sit bousin, at the nappy, And gettin fou and unco happy, We think na on the lang Scots miles, The mosses, waters, slaps, and stiles, That lie between us and our hame, Whare sits our sulky, sullen dame, Gathering her brows like gathering storm, Nursing her wrath to keep it warm.

O wad some Pow'r the giftie gie us To see oursels as others see us! It wad frae monie a blunder free us An' foolish notion: What airs in dress an' gait wad lea'e us, And ev'n Devotion!

Our conscience, which is a great ledger book, wherein are written all our offenses...grinds our souls with the remembrance of some precedent sins, makes us reflect upon, accuse and condemn ourselves.

A good conscience is a continual feast.

He that increaseth wisdom, increaseth sorrow.