Quotes About Reflection

Now, if I am having a hard time hearing God's voice, or being certain that I have heard, I will sometimes try on one answer, then the other. Still in a posture of quiet listening, I will add to my prayers, Are you saying yes, Jesus? Are you saying you want us to go? Pause. Listen. Or are you saying no—you don't want us to go? Often as we try on one answer or another, our spirit can feel the guidance of the Holy Spirit through a confirmation, or a strong sense of reservation.

set your phone alarm so that three times a day you stop, love God, and give him your allegiance. I love you, God. I love you, God. I love you. I give you my allegiance. I choose you over all things. Give me the strength that prevails.

The problem of self-identity is not just a problem for the young. It is a problem all the time. Perhaps the problem. It should haunt old age, and when it no longer does it should tell you that you are dead.

Receive it for the gift it is! Pause, and let the beauty minister to you. I receive this into my soul. Too often we just notice and go on, like a pedestrian who steps over a hundred-dollar bill lying on the sidewalk. Stop and pick it up! In these moments you open yourself and receive the beauty, the gift, the grace—receive it into your being. Let it bring to you God's love, his tenderness, his rich goodness.

If a man is ever to find out who he is and what he's here for, he has got to take that journey for himself. He has got to get his heart back.

En el caso de padres silenciosos, pasivos o ausentes, la pregunta queda sin respuesta. «¿Tengo lo que se requiere? Papá, ¿soy un hombre?» Su silencio es la respuesta: «No lo sé…

We are tied to the ocean. And when we go back to the sea, whether it is to sail or to watch - we are going back from whence we came.

Let us not seek to fix the blame for the past, let us accept our own responsibility for the future.

When power narrows the areas of a man's concerns, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of his existence

I'm shadowboxing in a match the shadow is always going to win. (as a young man battling his deceased brother's heroic legacy)

And finally, at age seventy, having distinguished himself as a brilliant Secretary of State, an independent President and an eloquent member of Congress, he was to record somberly that his "whole life has been a succession of disappointments. I can scarcely recollect a single instance of success in anything that I ever undertook." Yet

When power leads man toward arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations.

So much depends on my actions, so I am seeing fewer people, simplifying my life, organizing it so that I am not always on the edge of irritability.

Alas, poor gentleman, He look'd not like the ruins of his youth But like the ruins of those ruins.

They're beautiful. But sad.' Everything's sad if you make it so, I said.

They looked down on her; and she looked up through them.

there are times when silence is a poem.

Think. In a minute from now you could be saying, I risked death. I threw for life, and I won life. It is a very wonderful feeling. To have survived.

It's like the day you realize dolls are dolls. I pick up my old self and I see it's silly. A toy I've played with too often. It's a little sad, like an old golliwog at the bottom of the cupboard. Innocent and used-up and proud and silly.

Oh,clever... what's the use of that? Are they human beings?

The two of us in that room. No past, no future. All intense deep that-time-only. A feeling that everything must end, the music, ourselves, the moon, everything. That if you get to the heart of things you find sadness for ever and ever, everywhere; but a beautiful silver sadness, like a Christ face.

Which are you drinking? The water or the wave?

Thus it had come about that she had read far more fiction, and far more poetry, those two sanctuaries of the lonely, than most of her kind.

Sometimes to return is a vulgarity.