Quotes About Reflection

It doesn't do for people, especially doctors, to go about 'thinking' things. They may get into frightful trouble.

So many things in this life are a waste of time

facts are like cows. If you look them in the face hard enough they generally run away.

the deceased. You are

the noiseless tenor of our way

I'm sorry,' said Wimsey. 'It fascinates me. I think the most joyous thing in life is to loaf round and watch another bloke doing a job of work.

Thus we build up a defense mechanism against self-questioning because, to tell the truth, we are very much afraid of ourselves.

I've broken the ice,' she said aloud, 'and the water wasn't so cold after all. I shall go back, from time to time. I shall go back.

the mirror of his own magnanimity.

Time doth flit; oh shit.

I might repeat to myself, slowly and soothingly, a list of quotations beautiful from minds profound; if I can remember any of the damn things.

When I was young and bold and strong, The right was right, the wrong was wrong. With plume on high and flag unfurled, I rode away to right the world. But now I'm old - and good and bad, Are woven in a crazy plaid. I sit and say the world is so, And wise is s/he who lets it go.

Of course I talk to myself. I like a good speaker, and I appreciate an intelligent audience.

Her mind lives tidily, apart from cold and noise and pain. And bolts the door against her heart, out wailing in the rain.

I never see that prettiest thing- A cherry bough gone white with Spring- But what I think, How gay 'twould be To hang me from a flowering tree.

Friends come and go but I wouldn't have thought you'd be one of them

Hold your pen and spare your voice.

I'll think about something else. I'll just sit quietly. If I could sit still. If I could sit still, maybe I could read. Oh, all the books are about people who love each other, truly and sweetly. What do they want to write about that for? Don't they know it isn't true? Don't they know it's a lie, it's a God-damned lie? What do they have to tell about that for, when they know how it hurts?

Gertrude Stein did us the most harm when she said, 'You're all a lost generation.' That got around to certain people and we all said, 'Whee! We're lost.

Pictures pass me in long review,-- Marching columns of dead events. I was tender, and, often, true; Ever a prey to coincidence. Always knew I the consequence; Always saw what the end would be. We're as Nature has made us -- hence I loved them until they loved me.

I think that the direction in which a writer should look is around.

And let her loves, when she is dead Write this above her bones, No more she lives to give us bread Who asked her only stones.

Every love's the love before In a duller dress.

You were perfectly fine.