Quotes About Reflection

In such uncommon longings, hidden in plain sight in our lives, does God call us.

You have been warned against letting the golden hours slip by. Yes, but some of them are golden only because we let them slip by.

watching the sky, contemplating the restorative power of unexpected kindness.

God is the color of water. Water doesn't have a color.

It occurred to me then that you is everything you are in this life at every moment. And that includes loving somebody. If you can't be your own self, how can you love somebody? How can you be free? That pressed on my heart like a vise right then. Just mashed me down.

And when James asked what color God was, she said, God is the color of water.

The book to read is not the one which thinks for you, but the one which makes you think.

So many times Czgowchwz, or Czgowchwz to this or that root or powder, was still Czgowchwz, as is number one; and Czgowchwz over Czgowchwz, like Czgowchwz in an infinite hall of electric Czgowchwz mirrors, was but Czgowchwz.

She ruminated, wondering in terms of ration, quotient, multiplicand, root, power, infinity, surd.

This novel business is an awful business. Why the hell did I ever get mixed up in it?

Geniuses don't become geniuses until they find the right moron to compare themselves to.

We look at a painting to know the painter; it's his company we are after, not his skill.

What Dougie had actually said was You shouldn't get too up your own arse about being a dad. You get a wee man or a wee lassie to play with for a bit and the next thing you know there's this superfluous person knocking about who doesn't seem to know much about you, but it's all your fault.

Again last night I dreamed the dream called Laundry.

What we dream up must be lived down, I think.

So it is with life. Those thorns, the prickly problems of life, cause us to strive to rise above them and then, as we do, we learn. We learn to exercise true compassion, true kindness - or the thorns, if we let them, cause us to brood, to mourn over our trials. Then we plant the seeds of bitterness, hate, and ruin - weeds. We may reach up for the rose or down to the weeds...the weeds in life that tangle us, strangle us, and cause us to lose hope.

Once in a while, our thoughts drift and fade, back into the recessed hiding places where our memories are stored. At times we recall them- the memories of our loves, our youths, our life experiences. These dreams appear to us, and for seconds, minutes, or hours we are there once again.

To-morrow — oh, 'twill never be, If we should live a thousand years! Our time is all to-day, to-day, The same, though changed; and while it flies With still small voice the moments say: "To-day, to-day, be wise, be wise."

I know that I'll move on, I tell myself I'll find me something better I'll let go and just forget her She was no good for me Deep down I know that's the way it has to be so How come I still can't open this letter I can't forget her...

Above all, the Stoics sought wisdom, a condition that I myself hope to achieve after I stop wrecking and burning things.

Quotations will tell the full measure of meaning, if you have enough of them.

It is within and through language that the human mind points to itself.

When we play religion we find our minds and hearts emptied, for a moment, of secular images as we paint a world of angels, Gods and Saviors.

Tea is quiet and our thirst for tea is never far from our craving for beauty.