Quotes About Reflection

Not every clocktick needs a martyr.

I have tried drugs and a little of everything else, and there iss nothing in the world more soul-satisfying than having the kingdom of God building inside you and growing.

I don't think anybody's necessarily ready for death. You can only hope that when it approaches, you feel like you've said what you wanted to say. Nobody wants to go out in mid-sentence.

I always felt like I was meant to have been born in another era, another time.

They say the world used to be bigger. The world's still the same--there's just less in it.

But if I had lived to be twenty-nine years old like I am, and with all my chances made no enemy, I'd feel myself a failure.

we had talked ourselves into silence.

I have missed the point in thinking of my own feelings.

Two Stories Up, The Cat Looks Down When the blind is lifted, positioning itself On the edge of the desk near the bay window Several times a day The cat looks down. Many people when the sun is out Come and go, beneath. Among its sightings are Young fathers with a son or daughter shouldered Holding with a consistently light touch the held-out legs Like wishbones.

You owe some things to the dead even if they're not your own dead. I guess in some way they're all your own.

I didn't mean any harm.' For who truly means harm in all this world.

To compose poetry is about listening, ...not to contrive, it is, so to speak, about bringing forth something that already exists-this is why when one reads great poetry, when often gets this 'I-new-all-of-this-already, I-just-didn't-express-it' feeling. Language listens to itself.

Ingen såg at raset gjekk, for det rasa så langsamt, det rasa ikkje dag for dag, ikkje eingong time for time, ikkje minutt for minutt, men det rasa, heile tida rasa det, for det var eit ras, det måtte jo vera eit ras, for kva anna kunne det vera?

he walks into the hall and the old walls there settle into place all around him and say something to him, the same way they always have, he thinks, it's always like that, whether he notices it and thinks about it or not the walls are there, and it is as if silent voices are speaking from them, as if a big tongue is there in the walls and this tongue is saying something that can never be said with words ...

Her past seems a span of innocuous days. And her nights? Her most dramatic recurring dream in recent nights was one in which she had difficulty opening a jar of peanut butter.

Was it wise of me at all to have confined my career to one small classroom in one small town? Wouldn't I be coming away from my life's work with a higher heart if I hadn't been washing the same blackboard for forty-six years?

Close the book. Read the title. Read the title again. Nuff said.

Guess what? When it comes right down to it, wherever you go, there you are. Whatever you wind up doing, that's what you've wound up doing. Whatever you are thinking right now, that's what's on your mind. Whatever has happened to you, it has already happened. The important question is, how are you going to handle it? In other words, "Now what?

Concentration is a cornerstone of mindfulness practice. Your mindfulness will only be as robust as the capacity of your mind to be calm and stable. Without calmness, the mirror of mindfulness will have an agitated and choppy surface and will not be able to reflect things with any accuracy.

Acknowledging that sometimes, often at very crucial times, you really have no idea where you are going or even where the path lies. A the same time, you can very well know something about where you are now (even if it is knowing that you are lost, confused, enraged or without hope).

To allow ourselves to be truly in touch with where we already are, no matter where that is, we have got to pause in our experience long enough to let the present moment sink in; long enough to actually feel the present moment, to see it in its fullness, to hold it in awareness and thereby come to know and understand it better.

Mindfulness is a way of befriending ourselves and our experience.

dwell in stillness and to observe without reacting and without judging.

The funny thing about stopping is that as soon as you do it, here you are. Things get simpler. In some ways, it's as if you died and the world continued on. If you did die, all your responsibilities and obligations would immediately evaporate. Their residue would somehow get worked out without you.