Quotes About Reflection

La soledad impuesta es desolación, la elegida es liberación.

El amor no sólo se siente, también se piensa y se asume en el dolor ajeno.

Habrá mayor síntoma de salud mental que no tomarse uno mismo muy en serio?

Después de reencontrarse consigo hay que empezar a reconstruirse.

aplica las siguientes dos máximas y adhiérete a los límites que marcan, por si la culpa y la preocupación no te dejan "descontrolarte" (en el buen sentido). Ponlas en un lugar visible y échale un vistazo de tanto en tanto:   1. Puedes hacer lo que quieras, si no es dañino para ti ni para nadie. 2. Haz lo que quieras, si no violas la Carta Universal de los Derechos Humanos.   Que

La soledad es una decisión personal:

Habrá mayor insensatez que amar lo que no soy y de extrañar lo que nunca he sido?

No temas revisar, cambiar o modificar tus metas, si ellas son fuente de sufrimiento. ¿De qué otro modo podrías acercarte a la felicidad?

Cuando te sorprendas tratándote mal, activa la consideración, las buenas maneras, la cortesía, la amabilidad, y ofrécete disculpas. Sí, disculpas, como si no fueras tú mismo. El cuerpo escucha, la mente asimila.

Also, I knew that the impact of Motorcycle Diaries was going to be so resonant for all of us who went through the experience of making it that I didn't want to do anything that could reflect it.

A solitude is the audience-chamber of God.

Literature is the effort of man to indemnify himself for the wrongs of his condition.

Study is the bane of childhood, the oil of youth, the indulgence of adulthood, and a restorative in old age.

I strove with none, for none was worth my strife;Nature I loved; and next to Nature, Art.I warm'd both hands before the fire of life;It sinks, and I am ready to depart.

O what a thing is age! Death without death's quiet.

The damps of autumn sink into the leaves and prepare them for the necessity of their fall; and thus insensibly are we, as years close around us, detached from our tenacity of life by the gentle pressure of recorded sorrow.

On love, on grief, on every human thing, Time sprinkles Lethe's water with his wing.

I strove with none for none were worth my strife. Nature I loved and next to nature, Art. I warmed both hands before the fire of life; it sinks, and I am ready to depart. - Walter Savage Landor 1776-1864

The way was long, the wind was cold,The Minstrel was infirm and old;His withered cheek, and tresses gray,Seem'd to have known a better day.

Vacant heart, and hand, and eye,Easy live and quiet die.

When dark December glooms the day, And takes our autumn joys away...

When thinking about companions gone, we feel ourselves doubly alone.

We often praise the evening clouds, And tints so gay and bold, But seldom think upon our God, Who tinged these clouds with gold.

To always be intending to live a new life, but never find time to set about it — this is as if a man should put off eating and drinking from one day to another till he be starved and destroyed.