Quotes About Reflection

To her mind, things had been settled between them. I will keep my own counsel from now on. She

We cannot know the future. All we can do is face it bravely. We should take heed of those we love and respect. But in the end, we make every decision alone.

His eyes reflected the open grey of the autumnal sky.

Water and stone Flesh and bone Night and morn Rose and thorn Tree and wind Heart and mind

I wept in self-pity, and because I knew you could never go back. You chose your path, and that was it.

Each of us wore our memories of what might have been.

I wonder how it takes you, that moment when everything turns to shadows. - Somerled.

Because, when I was away, I couldn't stop thinking about you. Part of me said, yes, it was the right thing to do, for your sake; part of me recognized the kind of man I am, the kind of work I do, the utter impossibility of it. But the other part of me... I felt your absence like a wound.

Human memory is a strange thing," he observed. "How it comes and goes. How sometimes folk tuck the past away so deep they forget it's there at all. The human mind is full of byways, dead ends, locked chambers. Strongboxes guarding matters too painful to be brought into the light; dusty corners where items considered too trivial are tossed away. You'll remember one day. And if you do not, perhaps it is no matter.

The day before you died was the longest, slowest day ever. It gave you more time than you could possibly want to contemplate all the things you'd got wrong, the chances you'd missed, the errors you'd made. It was long enough to convince the most hopeful person that there was no point in anything.

I often tell myself, there is no point in wishing certain things had not happened. We can't change what has been, only do our best with what is to come.

What I do . . . the path I tread . . . it brings some choices that test me hard.

cherish what you have, for in an instant it can be gone. And when it's gone, let the memory not be a weight that drags you down, but a bright light leading you forward.

Who would awaken the past? It shines like a sunrise And cuts like a fine blade.

The light of these candles is but the reflection of a greater light. It shines from the islands beyond the western sea. It glistens in the dew and on the lake, in the stars of the night sky, in every reflection of the spirit world. And should any of us lose the light, there will be brother or sister to guide him

Step by small step; that was the only way I'd survive my time of penance. My lesson in patience. Or whatever it was.

I learned that in the end, only I was responsible for my actions.

The person they'd locked up last summer was gone, and she wasn't coming back.

and the sad demise of my father before I saw the light of day. Ulf was

son. This was a revelation. The more she considered

Of course you will make errors; we all do. But you must learn from your mistakes. Learn quickly, and when you get something wrong, admit it and apologize.

Sometimes, when the past catches up, you just can't stop yourself.

The sun never knew how wonderful it was," the architect Louis Kahn said, "until it fell on the wall of a building

My heart was full of the loneliness that follows merriment.