Quotes About Reflection

To an Isle in the Water Shy one, shy one, Shy one of my heart, She moves in the firelight Pensively apart. She carries in the dishes, And lays them in a row. To an isle in the water With her would I go. She carries in the candles, And lights the curtained room, Shy in the doorway And shy in the gloom; And shy as a rabbit, Helpful and shy. To an isle in the water With her would I fly.

I'm looking for the face I had, before the world was made...

I bring you with reverent hands The books of my numberless dreams.

Proper recitation of the Qur'an opens up the reader to new meanings at every reading. "When meaning repeats itself for someone who is reciting the Qur'an, he has not recited it as it should be recited. This is proof of his ignorance" (F. IV

Certainly many if not most of Sufi love poems can be read as if they were addressed to a woman. In fact, without doubt a certain number of them were inspired by a woman's beautiful features, but this did not prevent the poet from viewing her loveliness as the mirror of God's Beauty. (p. 287)

Worse, Lee felt isolated. In Texas he skipped meals with others to avoid "uninteresting men," wishing he was back by his campfire on the plains eating his meals alone.211 He avoided sharing quarters and found that he "would infinitely prefer my tent to my-self."212 In a group he felt more alone than out on the prairie, and that "my pleasure is derived from my own thoughts.

How often have I lain beneath rain on a strange roof, thinking of home.

Old age isa flight of smallcheeping birdsskimmingbare treesabove a snow glaze.

The perfect man of action, is the suicide.

so much depends upon a red wheel barrow glazed with rain water beside the white chickens.

The descent beckons as the ascent beckoned

I did J.E.S.T. here when I was with the First

Sit down to write what you have thought, and not to think what you shall write.

Sit down to write what you have thought, and not to think about what you shall write.

If aught of oaten stop or pastoral songMay hope, O pensive Eve, to soothe thine ear.

Grief walks upon the heels of pleasure; married in haste, we repent at leisure.

Married in haste, we may repent at leisure.

Defer not till tomorrow to be wise, tomorrow's sun to thee may never rise.

Gardening imparts an organic perspective on the passage of time.

Knowledge and Wisdom, far from being one, Have oft-times no connexion, Knowledge dwells in heads replete with thoughts of other men, Wisdom in minds attentive to their own.

Oh for a lodge in some vast wilderness, Some boundless contiguity of shade, Where rumour of oppression and deceit, Of unsuccessful or successful war, Might never reach me more.

I praise the Frenchman [La Bruyère], his remark was shrewd—How sweet, how passing sweet, is solitude!But grant me still a friend in my retreatWhom I may whisper—solitude is sweet.

Meditation here may think down hours to moments. Here the heart may give a useful lesson to the head and learning wiser grow without his books.

What peaceful hours I once enjoy'd!How sweet their memory still!But they have left an aching voidThe world can never fill.