Quotes About Reflection

Tol ajal kui tervisehäired eksisteerisid ainult ta ettekujutlustes, oli see ta lemmikkõneaineks; nüüd aga, mil ta tervis oli tõesti korrast ära, ei tuletanud ta oma kannatusi kunagi meelde.

THESE little thoughts are the rustle of leaves; they have their whisper of joy in my mind.

You are the big drop of dew under the lotus leaf, I am the smaller one on its upper side'', said the dewdrop to the lake.

The dry river-bed finds no thanks for its past.

You can't cross the sea merely by standing and staring at the water.

Most people believe the mind to be a mirror, more or less accurately reflecting the world outside them, not realizing on the contrary that the mind is itself the principal element of creation.

Let my thoughts come to you, when I am gone, like the afterglow of sunset at the margin of starry silence.

When I go from hence, let this be my parting word, that what I have seen is unsurpassable.

Don't look behind you. You have to trust in the Lord and hear what He's trying to tell you. What He's trying to teach you.

Another thing I don't want on my tombstone," Shane said. You have others?" Claire asked. He held up one finger. "I thought it wasn't loaded," Shane said. Second finger. "Hand me a match so I can check the gas tank." Third finger. "Killed over ice cream. Basically, any death that requires me to be stupid first.

It is a wholesome and necessary thing for us to turn again to the earth and in the contemplation of her beauties to know of wonder and humility.

A rainy day is the perfect time for a walk in the woods.

The discipline of the writer is to learn to be still and listen to what his subject has to tell him.

Those who contemplate the beauty of the earth find reserves of strength that will endure as long as life lasts.

One way to open your eyes is to ask yourself, "What if I had never seen this before? What if I knew i would never see it again?

The edge of the sea is a strange and beautiful place.

It is a wholesome and necessary thing for us to turn again to the earth and in the contemplation of her beauties to know the sense of wonder and humility.

the most frightening experience of my professional life was not those hours spent under fire in Congo's killing fields but my first night on call in a UK teaching hospital.

When is the night over? Is it the start of sunrise or the end of it? Is it when you finally go to sleep or simply when you realize that you have to?

And likewise I was beginning to see my own fears and desires manifested outside myself, was beginning to see in other people's lives a commentary on my own.

Writing comes out of tension, tension between what's inside and what's outside.

Podría ser que solo cuando ya es demasiado tarde para escapar nos demos cuenta de que siempre hemos sido libres.

Your failures keep returning to you, while your successes are something you always have to be convince yourself of.

It is hard to listen while you were talking.