Quotes About Reflection

I had been in the ditch for 2 and a half min. I wondered if my friends missed me.

Maybe some things aren't meant to be known. Maybe they're just meant to be accepted.

Life gives meaning to life. The answer to the meaning of life is hidden right there inside the question.

Sometimes people think they are looking for the meaning of life, when really they are looking for an understanding of why they are here. What their purpose is, the purpose of life in general. And that's a much easier question to answer than the meaning of life.

The meaning of life is to give life a meaning.

The future is all possibilities, but the past is set in stone. All those ghosts of ourselves, our youth, still alive inside us, but out of our reach forever. We meet them when we close our eyes, when we let our memories come alive. But that's all they are. Memories. No more real than a dream.

You won't get what you want, Rory Swenson, until you see what you need.

Recent events lead me to believe the world is like that, too--people are the individual fragments, but we are also part of the whole mirror. We are connected, not only to one another but also to the fabric of the universe.

Sometimes the universe, it wants us to pause for a moment. To reflect on what's happening in our lives.

If I can't figure out why I'm here, then I'm just taking up space.

Later on, when they had all said "Good-by" and "Thank-you" to Christopher Robin, Pooh and Piglet walked home thoughtfully together in the golden evening, and for a long time they were silent.

Well, I'm not quite certain yet, young Mr. Fitzpatrick. I am considering the name Willow Hills. Or perhaps Maple Falls. What would you suggest?

We all live as if we are going to live forever. When you know you won't, life looks different.

We're not only two years older, we're two years wiser.

There is more to life than increasing its speed.

When I stand back, the surface of the pieces reflect the world around me like a solid mirror. But I can also see myself in each of the tiny, broken fragments. Recent events lead me to believe that the world is like that, too — people are the individual fragments, but we are also part of the whole mirror. We are connected, not only to one another but also to the fabric of the universe.

Even if we're here for no other reason than because we're here, I don't think it relieves us of deciding what our own purpose here is. I still have to figure that out, but I don't feel like I need to know right this instant anymore. I think I can wait to find out how many apples are inside me.

The future is all possibilities, but the past is set in stone. All those ghosts of ourselves, our youth, still alive inside us, but out of our reach forever. We meet them when we close our eyes, when we let our memories come alive." He shakes his head. "But that's all they are. Memories. No more real than a dream.

Is that what we're doing?" I whisper as he slides in next to me. "Saving the world or saving ourselves?" "Maybe it's the same thing," he whispers back

She watched as the chocolate looped through the tubes, then flowed along a flat surface until it cascaded over the edge, creating a chocolate waterfall so smooth and shiny she could see her reflection in it. The

I made sure to pay attention to everything I was doing. To be fully in the moment. Because that's all life is, really, a string of moments that you knot together and carry with you. Hopefully most of those moments are wonderful, but of course they won't all be. The trick is to recognize an important one when it happens.

Dwelling. Miles repeated the word to himself. It was a strange word.

Did you know when you look in the mirror, you're actually seeing a slightly younger version of yourself?" "Is that so?" she mumbles, her eyes darting to the next table, which is piled high with cheap makeup that looks half-used. "Yes. It has to do with the time it takes light to travel between the mirror and the person standing in front of it.

No one is born feeling grateful; it's an acquired skill. That's why traditional Jewish law forbids spending money on the Sabbath. God commands us to stop shopping and count our blessings on that one day because he knows that left on our own, we wouldn't be so inclined.