Quotes About Reflection

To live in prison is to live without mirrors. To live without mirrors is to live without the self. She is living selflessly, she finds a hole in the stone wall and on the other side of the wall, a voice. The voice comes through darkness and has no face. This voice becomes her mirror.

If I roll my eyes and mutter, if I clutch at my heart and scream in horror like a third-rate actress chewing up a mad scene, I do it in private and nobody sees but the bathroom mirror.

I am yours. If you feed me garbage, I will sing a song of garbage. This is a hymn.

To look backward for a while is to refresh the eye, to restore it, and to render it the more fit for its prime function of looking forward.

I call them sacred echoes because I noticed that throughout my relationships, daily life, and study, the same scripturally sound idea or phrase or word will keep reappearing until I can no longer avoid its presence." -The Sacred Echo

And like an echo, God often uses the repetitive events and themes in daily life to get my attention and draw me closer to himself." - The Sacred Echo

Wide awake to the presence of God, I realized I had been so focused on asking why a good God allowed bad things to happen that I was missing out on the nearness of God all along. In becoming preoccupied with the why, I was missing the who.

Sometimes we need to give space for grief in order to make room for joy. No one is immune to sorrow, and only those who learn to grieve well can recapture the healing it brings. Just as light needs darkness, so joy needs grief.

I myself am more divine than any I see.

Men for the sake of getting a living forget to live.

There are noble books but one wants the breath of life sometimes.

Reverence the highest, have patience with the lowest. Let this day's performance of the meanest duty be thy religion. Are the stars too distant, pick up the pebble that lies at thy feet, and from it learn the all.

Let every woman, who has once begun to think, examine herself

So I learned two things that night, and the next day, from him: the perfection of a moment, and the fleeting nature of it.

The cure for a broken heart is simple, my lady. A hot bath and a good night's sleep.

Yet we always envy others, comparing our shadows to their sunlit sides.

I was ever the realist, sometimes to my sorrow. But seldom to my regret.

Some people talk because they think sound is more manageable than silence.

Be patient towards all that is unresolved in your heart," Rilke wrote, advising a young poet, "and to try to love the questions themselves like locked rooms, like books written in a foreign tongue.… Live the questions for now. Perhaps then you will gradually, without noticing it, live your way into the answer.… [T]his is what you must work on however you can and not waste too much time and too much energy on clarifying your attitude to other people."9

It was always too late to retract, to try and retrieve what one had done.

It's been said thousands of times, in all faiths and philosophies. Know thyself. What may be less clear in these wise expressions is the reason we learn to know ourselves: we develop a knowledge of self so that we can give up the self and serve others.

We can't change this world, but we can change ourselves so that we can be of service to this world.

Whatever is happening to Pique isn't what I think is happening, whatever that may be. What happened to me wasn't what anyone else thought was happening, and maybe not even what I thought was happening at the time. A popular misconception is that we can't change the past–everyone is constantly changing their own past, recalling it, revising it. What really happened? A meaningless question. But one I keep trying to answer, knowing there is no answer.

Look ahead into the past, and back into the future, until the silence.