Quotes About Reflection

Paris was a good place to fight your demons.

To answer your question, I don't think you know what you want," he said.

Ma sighed gently and said, A whole year gone, Charles. But Pa answered, cheerfully: What's a year amount to? We have all the time there is.

Golden years are passing by, Happy, happy golden years, Passing on the wings of time, These happy golden years. Call them back as they go by, Sweet their memories are, Oh, improve then as they fly, These happy golden years.

If wisdom's ways you wisely seek, five things observe with care: to whom you speak, of whom you speak, and how and when and where. Your loving mother, C. L. Ingalls.

The days never have been long enough to do the things I would like to do. Every year has held more of interest than the year before." . . .

What is it about water that affects a person? I never see a great river or lake but I think how I would like to see a world made and watch it through all its changes.

You don't want to hear about the time I was a naughty little boy.

We crossed the James River and in 20 minutes we reached the top of the bluffs on the other side. We all stopped and looked back at the scene and I wished for an artist's hand or a poet's brain or for even to be able to tell in good plain prose how beautiful it was. If I had been the Indians I wold have scalped more white folks before I ever would have left it.

I have learned that if the mind is allowed to dwell on a circumstance more and more details will present themselves and the memory becomes much more distinct.

we find mates who bring out the worst in us: a partner is sent by the universe as a character test, to expose what you're really made of.

Reading was not a fallback position for her but an ideal state of being.

The past was worth remembering and knowing in its own right. It was not behind us, never truly behind us, but under us, holding us up, a foundation for all that was to come and everything that had ever been.

All life is hindsight, really, stories informed by their endings.

Her dilemma—the eternal human dilemma—is that she wants a chance to revisit her choices with full knowledge of the future.

The past should be culled like a box of fresh strawberries, rinsed of debris, sweetened judiciously and served in small portions, not very often.

Funny how you notice how beautiful things are just when you're about to leave them.

And I was thinking that it was so weird that the world could keep turning. I mean, that honey would still need to be delivered and vegetables would have to be picked and laundry would need to be done when I was so miserable.

Tell me what you ate when you were a child, and whether the memory cheers you up or not.

One of the oddest things in life, I think, is the things one remembers. One chooses to remember, I suppose. Something in one must choose.

She craved solitude, but not infinite solitude.

Poem after poem after poem is the heartbeat of the human race.

In 168 hours, there is plenty of space to nurture yourself alongside your career and your relationships.

Those who cry to be young again should think twice before they seal those prayers.