Quotes About Reflection

I was stupefied. Had she once been a star and her bright burning had dimmed? Maybe because she had us? Or had Mama

Siddalee looked at me like: You liar, Daddy, you big liar. I don't know why I'm thinking

sparklers out in front of her. Staring at them, she thought: These are all I have. I do not have the wide, bright beacon of some solid old lighthouse, guiding ships safely home, past the jagged rocks. I only have these little glimmers that flicker and then go out. Let me see my daughter like my mother could never see me. Let her see me, too.

hope they remember that when they get older. When they count up the things I did and didn't do. I never gave the drinking a second

sadness we did not have to work on. It came, as sadness usually does, as soon as I sat down and began to listen. The small press had a correspondingly

Uncountable the number of breaths I've taken for granted in my life.

She looked as if she were about to burst into tears, but she was wonderful at catching the ball of her own mood in mid-air.

I prayed and read the Bible, but I couldn't get any help. You don't notice how little there is in the Bible really till you go to it for help.

Literature is an analysis of experience and a synthesis of the findings into a unity.

Behind me the past was darker than I had known it, not only irrecoverable, but unexplored, unexplorable.

Thought that is worth calling thought has no mercy on itself, that is the dreadful proof of its quality.

Know your mind and see your nature.

There is so much baggage we burden ourselves with over the years that keeps us from seeing things the way they are. Some baggage we carry with us for a single thought, some for years, and some for lifetimes. But there isn't one piece that isn't our own creation.

The Buddha then repeated the meaning of this in verse: 1. "Distinguish units of letters / units of words and phrases / people who foolishly cling to these / are like elephants in a quagmire.

We might use or read or hear the same word twice, but we can't step into precisely the same thought a second time...Language is at the surface of the much deeper flow of our riverine minds.

To lose such an important listener in life is like losing my shadow. With no shadow, does a person truly exist under the sun? With no listener, does a person really have a voice? Silence means so many things to human beings. Some of them are unbearable.

It has taken me most of my writing life to understand that my "writing place" is here where I live, and that my "writing voice" is just my regular old voice, the one I use all the time. I am aware that the most important things in my life and my work are so close to me that I didn't even fully recognize them for a long time.

Another reason the "Are you still writing?" question is so hard to answer is that to ask me "Are you still writing?" is like asking "Are you still breathing?" Writing is the way I stay aware of being alive, the way I find out what I'm thinking, the way I understand the world.

Anger is so easy to get into and so hard to get out of.

Reginald Hill

But I think mebbe it was himself he blamed most. 'It 'ud be different if only she'd come back,' he'd say. 'I'd never let her out of my sight.

Like the Fat Man said, it wasn't your collars kept you awake, it was the ones that got away

De ontdekking van de toekomst is de ontdekking van het verleden.

Jeho nedostatkem nebylo jeho konání, ale jeho ml?ení.