Quotes About Reflection

Just like water in an aquarium, a mind left to stagnate brings forth death to whichever life that dwells within it

Lord save me from this abomination that I have to face in the mirror each and everyday

The mind, unlike a box, cannot simply filled whatever that you wish and then remove it once you decide it's a hazard leaving it unscathed. Rather, it's like a living being and what you put inside it gets ingested and assimilated. It becomes a part of it and to remove it takes a tremendous amount of consistent work and dedication only to realize that it was best not to have taken whatever it is in to begin with.

The object of the poet is not to accurately describe an emotion brought about from an experience, but rather, the poem is an acknowledgement that words have rendered themselves useless and the attempt to write is merely an acknowledgement of that moment

Arday kastaa waa inuu laba mid uun doortaa, xanuunka edbinta nafta, ama xanuunka qoomamaynta wakhtiyadii uu daayacay.

Every student must choose one of two pains: The pain of self-discipline or the pain of regret of negleted opportunities.

Unless you become a big picture thinker, you will always stay where you are.

Afghanistan is not only the mirror of the Afghans: it is the mirror of the world. 'If you do not like the image in the mirror, do not break the mirror, break your face,' says an old Persian proverb.

Life is not like a novel, but a novel can be like life. The best ones always are.

Maybe we should always start everything from the inside and work to the outside, and not from the outside to the inside. What d'you think?

If we try to measure Now, we find it's always gone, has become part of the past.

As Oscar Wilde put it, Experience is the name we give to our mistakes. No no, Oscar, darl: Experience is the name of the whole darn game.

Ci siamo spogliati nel palazzo degli specchi. Abbiamo ispezionato con tenerezza le ferite l'uno dell'altro. La mia faccia gonfia e il labbro rotto. Le abrasioni di Barry sui fianchi e sulle cosce e le escoriazioni sulle mani e le ginocchia, dovute allo sfregamento sul marciapiede. Nient'altro. E nessun'altra scusa per toccare, seguire e accarezzare i contorni dei nostri corpi per la prima volta.

At the end of things we turn into historians. Sometimes happy, sometimes nostalgic, sometimes regretful or bitter, sometimes to reassure ourselves that we have amounted to something, however small. And sometimes, as I am doing now, to try with the wisdom of hindsight to make sense of ourselves.

Unless you find yourself in a book, you have a hard time finding anybody else.

We throw ourselves into the journey and when it's done, even while having learned that all experience involves the loss of something beloved, what is ledt in the residue of memory is love.

In fact, you could say that I became a poet by renouncing poetry.

your face like a village asleep at the bottom of a lake which is reborn to daylight from the grass and from the year germinates

nous savoir ce coeur lourd . . .

Poetic knowledge is born in the great silence of scientific knowledge.

I was with them for all of it, but more like an echo than a participant.

To see someone you love, in a bad setting, is one of the great barometers of gratitude.

I didn't mind the quiet stretches. It was like we were trying out the idea of being side by side.

My eyelids are my own private cave, he murmured. That I can go to anytime I want.