Quotes About Reflection

I do not know what I regret. I sit with my pen, and cannot find an end to that sentence.

My idea of life, it's what happens when they're rolling the credits.

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When our parents are alive, they stand in front of us, blocking our view of death. But once they've gone, we find ourselves at the cliff edge.

If the sages have managed to transcend the fetters of samsara, why do they feel the need to leave these mementoes behind?

You became a memory everyone could share / and my work in this life is to chisel at memory.

Escrevo sem pensar tudo o que meu inconsciente grita. Penso depois: não só para corrigir, mas para justificar o que escrevi.

Eu sou trezentos, sou trezentos-e-cinquenta, Mas um dia afinal me encontrarei comigo...

Se hizo de noche. Las campanadas de la iglesia a los lejos la aclararon. Había olvidado su propia muerte.

Na een paar maanden constateert hij [Goethe] dat het hem zwaar valt rekenschap af te leggen van zijn verblijf, want - zo noteert hij op 25 januari 1787 - 'zoals men merkt dat de zee steeds dieper wordt naarmate men haar verder opvaart, zo vergaat het ook mij bij het beschouwen van deze stad'. Zich Rome werkelijk toe-eigenen vergt een mensenleven - zo verzucht de auteur enkele maanden later - 'of zelfs het leven van vele mensen, die stap voor stap van elkaar leren.

7. Kill out the hunger for growth.

Among the many answers I have found, I believe love is the most beautiful and simple art that reflects the beauty of life.

las memorias se convierten en pensamientos y se manifiestan. Por eso es muy importante saber que en realidad las personas aparecen en nuestra vida para darnos otra oportunidad.

Lo único que la divinidad nos pide es que asumamos plena responsabilidad, pidamos perdón y cuidemos muy bien de nosotros mismos. ¡Eso es todo!

El propósito principal de este proceso es descubrir la Divinidad dentro de uno mismo.

How short lived knowledge is. When I was 20 I knew it all: now at 70 I can't understand a thing

Ao verme que primeiro roeu as frias carnes do meu cadáver dedico como saudosa lembrança estas memórias póstumas

Let Pascal say that man is a thinking reed. He is wrong; man is a thinking erratum. Each period in life is a new edition that corrects the preceding one and that in turn will be corrected by the next, until publication of the definitive edition, which the publisher donates to the worms.

An arrow may fly through the air and leave no trace; but an ill thought leaves a trail like a serpent.

I've always turned my anger inwards towards self-destruction.

Nineteen months ago, he mourned, partridges were here. Nineteen months ago the open pine forest was compassionate. What rare concentrated tragedies will have occurred within another nineteen months—not here, for this place has bred a tragedy greater than any recorded in the Nation's past—but elsewhere, all over the South, through back roads and on wharves and in legislative rooms, in foundries which rust because the fires have gone out?

We live in the present, we dream of the future, but we learn eternal truths from the past.

We understand death for the first time when he puts his hand upon one whom we love.

Much misconstruction and bitterness are spared to him who thinks naturally upon what he owes to others rather than what he ought to expect from them.