Quotes About Reflection

So come to the pond, or the river of your imagination, or the harbor of your longing, and put your lips to the world.And live your life.

Let me keep my distance, always, from those who think they have the answers.Let me keep company always with those who say "Look!" and laugh in astonishment, and bow their heads.

A life without books is a thirsty life, and one without poetry is...like a life without pictures.

No honest poet can ever feel quite sure of the permanent value of what he has written: he may have wasted his time and messed up his life for nothing.

O that our dreamings all, of sleep or wake, Would all their colours from the sunset take.

There is a Moment in each Day that Satan cannot find

A novel is a work of poetry. In order to write it, one must have tranquility of spirit and of impression.

there are so many dayswhen living stops and pulls up and sitsand waits like a train on the rails.

I had to learn to live without you and I couldn't make sense of it, because I left so much of me inside of you.

And everything I thought I knew - you made me trade it all for you...but, frankly, you're not worth it.

How do poems grow? They begin deep down in the pit of the soul as a seedling of a thought …

Maybe I should just lie quietly inside you while our old selves slip in and out of the back rooms of the soul.

...make a poem that does not disturb the silence from which it came." Wendell Berry

Here in this endless and gleaming wildernessI was removed farther than ever from the world of men --And I never saw so close and so clearlyThe image in the mirror of my own soul.

So we found the end of our journey.So we stood, alive in the river of light, Among the creatures of light, creatures of light.

If I stay close to the sea, I will go on well.

You keep playing with what broke you, then wonder why you don't heal.Leave the wound alone, throw away the poison, and watch the magic of recovery.Your wings of wisdom are ready for flight.

Does not heed to the darkWith its shimmering light, Moon quietly bathes the ocean

You think it's a game?Unintelligible? Ha!Envision no spoons.This is serious.It is a matter of joyversus emptiness.

I get a little poetic sometimes. The moonlight does that to me.

Life is like a poetry, without meaning or purpose - it's useless.

In the shade of words sits life itself.

From key signature to coda, from downbeat to the sound of life's final fermata, our pasts set the tone for all that was, that is, and that ever would be.

you cross the field in the snow leaving tracks in perfect whiteness ...disturbing my placid universe...marking the landscape within me ...