Quotes About Reflection

Listening to the siren song of more, we are deaf to the still small voice waiting in our soul to whisper, 'You're enough.

Once writing becomes an act of listening instead of an act of speech, a great deal of the ego goes out of it.

There is a treadmill quality to workaholism.

I was deeply loved. And scarred. Which is a pretty good trade-off in my holiday book.

Man, moreover, possesses the capacity for thought. This uniquely human capacity is the greatest means of experiencing the highest form of pleasure. Thinking provides a limitless treasure house of pleasure for man. The act of thinking, which is seldom outwardly manifested, gives man the keenest sense of pleasure, which is just not realizable by any other means.

Ek umar guzar gayi ghar ke jhagdho mein Phir duniya ne bhi jeena muhaal kar diya

Haalaat chup kara dete hain insaan ko wagarna bolna sabh ko aata hain

Jiska bachpan hi ghar ki ladaaiya dekh guzra ho Woh ab dara sehma sa rehta hain toh zamaane ko malaal kyu

Soch kesi hain emaan kesa hain lafz bata dete hain insaan kesa hain

Teri yaad chaand ki shakal mein ubhar kar aati hain

Waqt khraab tha isme sawaal kesa Apne hi gair teh isme malaal kesa

Waqt khraab tha isme sawaal kesa apne hi gair teh isme malaal kaisa

Waqt rehte kar qadar Waqt guzarne pe qadar kya hain

Stare. It is the way to educate your eye, and more. Stare, pry, listen, eavesdrop. Die knowing something. You are not here long.

Die knowing something. You're not here long.

Why did God make women so beautiful and man with such a loving heart?

Before, I wandered as a diversion. Now I wander seriously and sit and read as a diversion.

The fact is I am quite happy in a movie, even a bad movie. Other people, so I have read, treasure memorable moments in their lives...

Recue na contemplação de sua visão e aumente sua fé e propósito; e por todos os meios, em tempos de dúvida e indecisão, cultive a gratidão.

Spend most of your leisure time in contemplating your vision

One evening I pulled Beauty down on my knees. I found her embittered and I cursed her.

that the work may be defined as the poem of a confession

He watched his image in the fountain (the watery faces of his audience) over with Narcissus leans, eternally anxious, eternally enraptured

I was making my living from a joke about my appearance that I didn't understand, and in a way still don't, because when I look in a mirror it doesn't seem funny to me.