Quotes About Reflection

There's no one around to answer all my questions now that Ben's gone. It's a stark fact that continually reasserts itself each time I wonder what I'm supposed to do now. That brown robe he wore might as well have been made of pure mystery; he clothed himself in it and then left nothing else behind on the Death Star. I

Has anything bad ever happened in YOUR life? Anything bad that could have been stopped, if only someone had been paying better attention?...And you, Kanan? Is there something bad that could have been prevented, if someone had been watching over you?...EVERYBODY'S got something like that.

Indeed I tremble for my country when I reflect that God is just; that his justice cannot sleep forever.

I cannot describe the change nor do I know when it took place, yet I know that there is a change for I look on the carcass of a man now with pretty much such feeling as I would were it a horse or hog.

Defoe's Moll Flanders, Fielding's Tom Jones and Johnson's moralizing fable, Rasselas.

face still had the power to torture him. But

The problem with marriage, we all know, is the endlessness of it. Plenty of things we do will have long-term repercussions, but in what other situation do you promise to do something for the rest of your life?

I almost always have a notebook with me... a notebook is a nice thing to have in a room, the same way it's nice to have a musical instrument in a stand. .. it makes the household gods happy.

For now we see through a glass, darkly; but then face to face: now I know in part; but then shall I know even as also I am known. —1 Corinthians 13:12

We don't consider any man successful until he has died well.

Thou art a dreaming thing, A fever of thyself.

Then on the shore Of the wide world I stand alone, and think Till love and fame to nothingness do sink.

I have two luxuries to brood over in my walks, your loveliness and the hour of my death. O that I could have possession of them both in the same minute.

I have a habitual feeling of my real life having past, and that I am now leading a posthumous existence.

Darkling I listen; and, for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death...

Poetry should... should strike the reader as a wording of his own highest thoughts, and appear almost a remembrance.

Darkling I listen; and, for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call'd him soft names in many a musèd rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath.

No sooner had I stepp'd into these pleasures Than I began to think of rhymes and measures: The air that floated by me seem'd to say 'Write! thou wilt never have a better day.

When I have fears that I may ceace to be, Before my pen has gleaned my teaming brain.

I was too much in solitude, and consequently was obliged to be in continual burning of thought, as an only resource.

Forlorn! the very word is like a bell To toll me back from thee to my sole self! Adieu! the fancy cannot cheat so well As she is famed to do, deceiving elf. Adieu! adieu! thy plaintive anthem fades Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hill-side; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley-glades: Was it a vision, or a waking dream? Fled is that music:—do I wake or sleep?

I have two luxuries to brood over in my walks, your loveliness and the hour of my death.

Fine writing, next to doing nothing, is the best thing in the world.

Even now I am perhaps not speaking from myself: but from some character in whose soul I now live.