Quotes About Reflection

America was never innocent. We popped our cherry on the boat over and looked back with no regrets. You can't ascribe our fall from grace to any single event or set of circumstances. You can't lose what you lacked at conception.

I never knew her in life. She exists for me through others, in evidence of the ways her death drove them

To maximize the usefulness of realizations that may occur during your psychedelic voyage, it is invaluable to write out beforehand what you hope to learn, experience, understand, or resolve.

Every trail has its end, and every calamity brings its lesson!

God planted the seeds of all the trees," continued Hetty, after a moment's pause, "and you see to what a height and shade they have grown! So it is with the Bible. You may read a verse this year, and forget it, and it will come back to you a year hence, when you least expect to remember it.

I have attended church-service in the garrisons, and tried hard...to join in the prayers...but never could raise within me the solemn feelings and true affection that I feel when alone with God in the forest. There I seem to stand face to face with my Master; all around me is fresh and beautiful, as it came from His hand; and there is no nicety or doctrine to chill the feelings. No no; the woods are the true temple after all, for there the thoughts are free to mount higher even than the clouds.

And am I answerable that thoughtless and unprincipled men exist whose shades of contenance may resemble mine?

I try not to live in the past. But sometimes the past lives in me.

You will surely smile with me when I say, 'Thank God one can still recognise self-pity as such and not give it any greater dignity than just that.

It feels really sad, to me, to go to a dark bedroom. It's like surrendering to the night or something.

The wounds that never heal can only be mourned alone.

I think of how and why and what happened and the thoughts come easily, but the answers don't.

Leonard asks me if there's anything I need to know before he dies, I think about it for a minute, turn to him, say what's the meaning of life, Leonard? He laughs, says that's an easy one, my son, it's whatever you want it to be.

The second component of intelligence involves the elegance of interpretations of the experiences of life.

When we think of our lives as what we have done, memory becomes a museum with one long shelf on which we arrange a bric-a-brac of deeds, each to his own liking.

Why must an aphorism be brief? Because only a fool gives a speech in a burning house.

I've given up the looking glass; quicksilver has no sense of tact.

I wanted to rub the human face in its own vomit and force it to look in the mirror.

When in doubt, mumble when in trouble, delegate when in charge, ponder.

reflected the last green flash of the setting sun.

Who taught us to bow our heads while waiting for trains? to touch lumber without regret and sing privately or not at all? To invest the season with forgiveness and coax from it a hopeful omen? Lord knows the hope would heal this little fear. But who taught us to fear?

When I am old, I hope to remember sadness unequivocally.

I seem to have spent a good part of my life - probably too much – in just standing and staring.

And the peace which I always found in the silence and emptiness of the moors filled me utterly