Quotes About Reflection

operate on automatic and never reflect on our inner dialogue.

Humans are well known for weaving intricate webs of thought and then ensnaring themselves in their own creations. Our universe functions as a powerful energy mirror. With every focused thought you are broadcasting waves of creative energy into your immediate environment. Few realize that their thoughts have a powerful impact upon the subtle energies around them.

I am content to live it all againAnd yet again, if it be life to pitchInto the frog-spawn of a blind man's ditch.

Pardon, old fathers.

He that sings a lasting songThinks in a marrowbone.

The only business of the head in the world is to bow a ceaseless obedience to the heart.

On limestone quarried near the spotBy his command these words are cut:Cast a cold eyeOn life, on death.Horseman, pass by!

Their eyes mid many wrinkles, their eyes,Their ancient, glittering eyes, are gay.

O but we dreamed to mendWhatever mischief seemedTo afflict mankind, but nowThat winds of winter blowLearn that we were crack-pated when we dreamed.

The light of lights looks always on the motive, not the deed, the shadow of shadows on the deed alone.

I heard the old, old men say,"All that's beautiful drifts awayLike the waters."

She bid me take life easy, as the grass grows on the weirs;But I was young and foolish, and now am full of tears.

May she be granted beauty and yet not Beauty to make a stranger's eye distraught, Or hers before a looking-glass, for such, Being made beautiful overmuch, Consider beauty a sufficient end, Lose natural kindness and maybe The heart-revealing intimacy That chooses right, and never find a friend....

Upon the brimming water among the stonesAre nine-and-fifty swans.

An aged man is but a paltry thing, A tattered coat upon a stick, unless Soul clasp its hands and sing, and louder sing For every tatter in its mortal dress.

Things said or done long years ago,Or things I did not do or sayBut thought that I might say or do,Weigh me down, and not a dayBut something is recalled,My conscience or my vanity appalled.

Down by the salley gardens my love and I did meet;She passed the salley gardens with little snow-white feet.She bid me take love easy, as the leaves grow on the tree;But I, being young and foolish, with her would not agree.

My temptation is quiet.Here at life's endNeither loose imagination,Nor the mill of the mindConsuming its rag and bone,Can make the truth known.

If suffering brings wisdom, I would wish to be less wise.

Much did I rage when young,Being by the world oppressed,But now with flattering tongueIt speeds the parting guest.

When you are old and gray and full of sleep,And nodding by the fire, take down this book.

An old man's eagle mind.

The years like great black oxen tread the world, and God the herdsman treads them on behind, and I am broken by their passing feet.

We can make our minds so like still water that beings gather about us that they may see, it may be, their own images, and so live for a moment with a clearer, perhaps even with a fiercer life because of our quiet.