Quotes About Reflection

I know. I seriously need to just give up men entirely. I wonder if Episcopalians can enter convents?

What kind of man refers to himself as safely dead?

Man sometimes needs only stillness, just stillness!

We see the man when we look at the monkey; we see the monkey when we look at the man!

Forest is the best port of the wise man!

There are some moments in man's life that looking back might cause him fall into the precipice! At those moments, man must just look forward!

Are you cold when you are happy? Are you cold when you are unhappy? Then you are a wise man! Wisdom makes man cool and calm. Wise man is cool and calm!

If a man's shadow is brighter than himself, than that man becomes the shadow itself!

If you look at the monkeys, you can learn many things about the men; if you look at the men, you can learn many things about the madness!

A man has need of tough ears to hear himself fairly judged.

A man should keep for himself a little back shop, all his own, quite unadulterated, in which he establishes his true freedom and chief place of seclusion and solitude.

But the touch or company of any man whatsoever stirreth up their heat, which in their solitude was hushed and quiet, and lay as cinders raked up in ashes.

Man is forming thousands of ridiculous relations between himself and God.

He who would teach men to die would teach them to live.

I never met a man who thought his thinking was faulty.

We are nearer neighbors to ourselves than the whiteness of snow or the weight of stones are to us: if man does not know himself, how should he know his functions and powers?

Sometimes, when a man is alone, that's all you got is your dog.

Let every man look before he leaps.

Tis ill talking of halters in the house of a man that was hanged.

But man, because he has only one life to live, cannot conduct experiments to test whether to follow his passion (compassion) or not.

The older I get, the easier it is to just be present in the moment, and understand what a man is going through.

This is a story about a man named Eddie and it begins at the end, with Eddie dying in the sun.

Soon man will count all his days, and then smaller segments of the day, and then smaller still—until the counting consumes him, and the wonder of the world he has been given is lost.

A man can look upon his life and accept it as good or evil; it is far, far harder for him to confess that it has been unimportant in the sum of things.