Quotes About Reflection

Poor Jim JayGot stuck fastIn Yesterday.

God has mercifully ordered that the human brain works slowly; first the blow, hours afterwards the bruise.

It was a pity thoughts always ran the easiest way, like water in old ditches.

I know I'm tired of thinking about what I should have done yesterday. I know I'm just tired. If I knew what to do with my life, how to fix it up, I would have done it a long time ago. You can't dig that? You think I want to live like I'm somebody's throwaway?

He opened his eyes to see the dented skull cap, still on the chair where Henry had left it. He looked at it a long while, knowing that it was far better to accept it than to turn away and forever fear it.

Do you want to tear your life apart and get rid of everything you've known as a lifestyle Like seeing your family Being with your friends A fishing trip A hunting trip A night's sleep

One way to remember who you are is to remember who your heroes are.

The value of a college education is not the learning of many facts but the training of the mind to think, he [Einstein] said.

Humility is truth" is a spiritual adage that sums it up well, for humility is nothing more or less than knowing our place before God.

I am speaking only of a conversation with God, the spontaneous outpouring of a soul that has come to realize—however fleetingly—that it is standing at the knee of a loving and providing Father.

there would be no "humiliation" if we had learned to put self in its place, to see ourselves in proper perspective before God and other men.

En los campos fui capaz de servir humildemente a los hombres que Dios ponía en mi camino cada día. Si las obras del espíritu en nosotros las acabamos conociendo lentamente, ¿cómo no vamos a empezar a detectar aún más lentamente las obras de ese espíritu en los demás? Mientras realizaba mi labor diaria, daba gracias a Dios una y otra vez por la terrible etapa de purificación que atravesé en Lubianka para poder servir a aquellos hombres.

We had to learn to look at our daily lives, at everything that crossed our path each day, with the eyes of God; learn to see his estimate of things, places, and above all people, recognize that he had a goal and a purpose in bringing us into contact with these things and these people, and strive always to do that will—his will—every hour of every day in the situations in which he had placed us.

I learned there the lesson which would keep me going in the years to come: religion, prayer, and love of God do not change reality, but they give it a new meaning.

Between God and the individual soul, however, there are no insignificant moments; this is the mystery of divine providence.

What alarms me," Aristide said, "is how this reflects on me.  My whole  life's project has been to avoid megalomania, and now I've learned that under the right tragic circumstances I can become a flaming nut case.

Gredel tried not to bristle at Caro's attitude. Hitting was what boyfriends did. It was normal. The point was whether they felt sorry afterward.

Thunder explodes over their heads and Sarah sees the silver sheet of water pouring down outside the broken barn door, Cowboy slumped against the wall with a rueful smile, the buttons in his head reflecting the lightning in blue-white pattern, silver and turquoise, like eyes gazing inward, into his head. Sarah feels a sweep of sadness for Cowboy, the dispossessed panzerboy, his boots leaving tracks in the dust above which he once flew with his mind flicking at the speed of light.

All that we are is the result of what we have thought.

All of us have so much more time than we use well. How many hours in a life are spent in a way of which one might be proud, looking back?

Commonly, people think of philosophy as a quest, however ill advised, for truth. John Dewey called it the quest for certainty. But it is more illuminating to say that, at its best, philosophy is the quest for honesty.

Just breathing can be such a luxury sometimes.

To apologize for your personal absolutes, for what Sandy Pinter calls your "Core Attachments," means apologizing for your very existence.

How soon human beings forget what a privilege it is to live in freedom. A privilege, not an honor. An honor would mean we deserved it. We do not.