Quotes About Reflection

Loving yourself is about as likely as tickling yourself.

How often feelings are circular. How embarrassing to be embarrassed. How annoying to be annoyed.

The best way to know your faults is to notice which ones you accuse others of.

A day is only a day. But a life is only a life.

The reader lives faster than life, the writer lives slower.

My best critic is me, too late.

I look over my old books, happiest when I find a line it seems I could not have written.

In creating a "hold upon nearness" the poetic word creates a place where we can stand for a while, allowing us to bear witness to our own being.

Choices have to be made…before we are left with none.

Too early…too late. A last message to live in the present. To accept the past and not rush the future.

Time did indeed heal all wounds, but it left a nasty, unforgiving scar

They believed the core of Christ's teachings was to never stop looking for God in the world—and oneself.

How does one find peace outside the bounds of the Church?" "Acceptance and mindfulness

Hermetic principle often associated with the Knights Templar: As above, so below.

Nefertiti vouwde haar kap terug. Jake verwachtte dat ze rood zou zien van kwaadheid, maar ze was verdrietig, haar ogen vochtig van de ingehouden tranen. 'Denken jullie allemaal zo slecht over mij?' ... Jake voelde een steek van medelijden voor Nefertiti. Ze was trots en eigenzinnig, maar in hoeverre was haar karakter aangetast door Kree? Hij herinnerde zich hoe ze in de woestijn was geweest: wild en vrij, bevrijd uit de schaduw van dat monster.

Man, know thyself, and thou wilt know the universe and the gods. —INSCRIPTION AT THE TEMPLE OF DELPHI

Bitter thoughts swept through him. That face had been called many names over the centuries, worn many identities. But after two millennia he had returned to the one his mother had given him. Judas Iscariot.

when it was your people being persecuted, it opened your eyes to the inhumanity of your actions.

Remember: what you are, we were. What we are, you will become.

Having survived the brutalities and humiliations of cancer, vanity seemed a foolish frivolity. She no longer had the patience for it.

Leopold did not have to touch it to know to whom it belonged. It was as familiar as his own palm. It was his rosary, lost when he fell from the train. He closed his eyes. Look how far I have fallen, my Lord . . . He remembered Bernard so bowed by sorrow, so stricken by grief. Over me . . . a traitor.

Are you sure, Gray?' He lifted his eyes. 'No . . . I'm not. I'm not sure of a damn thing.' He slipped his hands free of the monsignor's and peeled the battery off the phone, cutting the last ring in half. 'But that doesn't mean I won't act.

We are star-stuff. We are a way for the cosmos to know itself.

Solitude is as needful to the imagination as society is wholesome for the character.