Quotes About Reflection

If I make the lashes dark And the eyes more bright And the lips more scarlet, Or ask if all be right From mirror after mirror, No vanity's displayed: I'm looking for the face I had Before the world was made.

It takes more courage to examine the dark corners of your own soul than it does for a soldier to fight on a battlefield

People who lean on logic and philosophy and rational exposition end by starving the best part of the mind.

The mystical life is at the centre of all that I do and all that I think and all that I write.

God guard me from those thoughts men think In the mind alone.

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 did not agree. In a field by the river my love and I did stand, And on my leaning shoulder she laid her snow-white hand. 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.

When one gets quiet, then something wakes up inside one, something happy and quiet like the stars.

The things a man has heard and seen are threads of life, and if he pull them carefully from the confused distaff of memory, any who will can weave them into whatever garments of belief please them best. I too have woven my garment like another, but I shall try to keep warm in it, and shall be well content if it do not unbecome me.

THOUGH you are in your shining days, Voices among the crowd And new friends busy with your praise, Be not unkind or proud, But think about old friends the most: Time's bitter flood will rise, Your beauty perish and be lost For all eyes but these eyes.

I heard the old, old, men say 'all that's beautiful drifts away, like the waters.

I will arise and go now, for always night and day I hear lake water lapping...I hear it in the deep heart's core.

The creations of a great writer are little more than the moods and passions of his own heart, given surnames and Christian names, and sent to walk the earth.

Does the imagination dwell the most Upon a woman won or a woman lost?

Why, what could she have done, being what she is? Was there another Troy for her to burn?

I said: 'A line will take us hours maybe; Yet if it does not seem a moment's thought, Our stitching and unstitching has been naught.

A Deep Sworn Vow Others because you did not keep That deep-sworn vow have been friends of mine; Yet always when I look death in the face, When I clamber to the heights of sleep, Or when I grow excited with wine, Suddenly I meet your face.

The living can assist the imagination of the dead...

We and the labouring world are passing by: Amid men's souls, that waver and give place Like the pale waters in their wintry race, Under the passing stars, foam of the sky, Lives on this lonely face.

And no more turn aside and brood Upon love's bitter mystery;

But is there any comfort to be found? Man is in love and loves what vanishes, What more is there to say?

Sing, for it may be that your thoughts have plucked Some medicable herb to make our grief Less bitter.

The Coming of Wisdom with Time Though leaves are many, the root is one; Through all the lying days of my youth I swayed my leaves and flowers in the sun; Now I may wither into the truth.

I balanced all, brought all to mind, The years to come seemed waste of breath, A waste of breath the years behind In balance with this life, this death.

When I think of all the books I have read, wise words heard, anxieties given to parents, ... of hopes I have had, all life weighed in the balance of my own life seems to me a preparation for something that never happens.