Quotes About Reflection

Wisdom is humble that he knows no more.

O Solitude! where are the charmsThat sages have seen in thy face?

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

Here the heartMay give a useful lesson to the head,And Learning wiser grow without his books.

Meditation here May think down hours to moments. Here the heart May give an useful lesson to the head, And learning wiser grow without his books....

...So let us welcome peaceful evening in.

Oh! for a closer walk with God.

Knowledge is proud that he has learned so much. Wisdom is humble that he knows not more.

Knowledge dwells in heads replete with thoughts of other men; wisdom in minds attentive to their own.

Grief is itself a medicine.

How sweet, how passing sweet, is solitude! But grant me still a friend in my retreat, Whom I may whisper, Solitude is sweet.

O solitude, where are the charms That sages have seen in thy face? Better dwell in the midst of alarms, Than reign in this horrible place.

Eternity for bubbles proves at last a senseless bargain.

Typerien edelläkävijoiden seuraaminen ja molempien silmien ummistaminen on helpompaa kuin ajatteleminen.

My fugitive years are all hasting away, And I must ere long lie as lowly as they, With a turf on my breast, and a stone at my head, Ere another such grove shall arise in its stead. 'Tis a sight to engage me, if anything can, To muse on the perishing pleasures of man; Though his life be a dream, his enjoyments I see, Have a being less durable even than he.

Be thankful that God's answers are wiser than your answers.

I assume he was descended from apes like all the rest of us, but clearly in his case it had been a fairly gentle slope.

After years of patient study (and with cricket there can be no other kind), I have decided that there is nothing wrong with the game that the introduction of golf carts wouldn't fix in a hurry.

The past is now like a charnel-house, where the dead do but bury the dead.

What! grieve that time has brought so soon The sober age of manhood on! As idly might I weep, at noon, To see the blush of morning gone.

So live, that when thy summons comes to joinThe innumerable caravan which movesTo that mysterious realm, where each shall takeHis chamber in the silent halls of death,Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night,Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothedBy an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave,Like one that wraps the drapery of his couchAbout him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.

I grieve for life's bright promise, just shown and then withdrawn.

And we wept that one so lovely should have a life so brief;

So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan which moves To that mysterious realm where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night,Scourged to his dungeon; but, sustain'd and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave,Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams." Thanatopsis