Quotes About Reflection

The mother of three notoriously unruly youngsters was asked whether or not she'd have children if she had it to do over again. 'Yes', she replied 'but not the same ones.'

Before you speak, it is necessary for you to listen, for God speaks in the silence of the heart.

When I was growing up, my mother would take me to plays and museums, and we'd talk about life. Those times helped shape who I became.

I was baptized alongside my mother when I was 8 years old. Since then, I have tried to walk a Christian life... And now that I'm getting older, I realized that I'm walking even closer with my God.

Like my mother, I was always saying, 'I'll fix my life one day.' It became clear when I saw her die without fulfilling her dreams that my time was now or maybe never.

Knowledge of the self is the mother of all knowledge. So it is incumbent on me to know my self, to know it completely, to know its minutiae, its characteristics, its subtleties, and its very atoms.

My mother said, Don't worry abot what people think now. Think about whether your children and grandchildren will think you've done well.

Scrum is like your mother-in-law, it points out ALL your faults.

Memory is the mother of all wisdom.

I keep seeing myself in my daughter, and I see my mother in me and in her. Bloody hell.

Now that I understand that I'm an addict, I definitely have compassion for my mother. I get it.

Man and woman as coexistent and eternal with God forever reflect, in glorified quality, the infinite Father-Mother God.

I was always an observer, even as a child. I could be satisfied to sit in a car for 3 hours and just look at the street go by while my mother went shopping.

My mother once said "If you don't pay attention to age, then it won't pay attention to you." And she says it, and it sounds nice, but I don't buy it.

I know Mother named me after a railroad man, but it's too late now, I'm afraid. Much, much too late.

I didn't go to the North Pole to do something about my mother. I was invited to the North Pole and I realized it was impossible to go there without thinking about her.

I am still confused because I still don't know who my father is. And so who is my mother? The feeling is still there.

You live and die according to what goes on in yourself, which no one else can even begin to know, not even father, mother, wife, son, or daughter.

What are you looking at?" she asks. What am I looking at? My future wife? The mother of my children? The person I was put on this earth to find? Yes.

Mothers are the most instinctive philosophers.

Thou art thy mother's glass, and she in thee Calls back the lovely April of her prime...

The world seems a lonesome place when mother has passed away and only memories of her are left.

Everything comes home, my mother used to say; every word spoken, every shadow cast, every footprint in the sand. It can't be helped; it's part of what makes us who we are.

Solitude is the mother of anxieties.