Quotes About Reflection

Instead of a trap door, what about a trap window? The guy looks out it, and if he leans too far, he falls out. Wait. I guess that's like a regular window.

The statistics on sanity are that one out of every four Americans are suffering from some form of mental illness. Think of your three best friends. If they're okay, then it's you.

When I write love songs, people think they're really soppy -- but I see love as a consolation for the boredom of life.

I wish I would have a real tragic love affair and get so bummed out that I'd just quit my job and become a bum for a few years, because I was thinking about doing that anyway.

Experience is that marvellous thing that enables you to recognize a mistake when you make it again.

There are very few people who are not ashamed of having been in love when they no longer love each other.

Should I understand that love is the reverse of out life, that it is death?

Out of damp and gloomy days, out of solitude, out of loveless words directed at us, conclusions grow up in us like fungus: one morning they are there, we know not how, and they gaze upon us, morose and gray. Woe to the thinker who is not the gardener but only the soil of the plants that grow in him.

You have to be able to laugh at yourself. That's what I tell Asian people all the time.

The more you think about things, the weirder they seem. Take this milk. Why do we drink *cow* milk?? Who was the guy who first looked at a cow and said, I think I'll drink whatever comes out of these things when I squeeze 'em!?

As the light changed from red to green to yellow and back to red again, I sat there thinking about life. Was it nothing more than a bunch of honking and yelling? Sometimes it seemed that way.

Sometimes I lie awake at night, and I ask, 'Where have I gone wrong?' Then a voice says to me, 'This is going to take more than one night.

Only Destiny gave birth to Spirituality and nothing else, because this is also a form that reflects in the Great Void of non-Knowledge from the Mirror of Knowledge in order to keep the image of Spirituality as closest as possible to the Great Void-Being. Thus only the Spirituality is closer to the great Void-Being that is described to us through death and through the destiny of this Death which can be as tender to this ephemeral existence as he can be unforgiving to the mans Sacred Self.

Knowledge is nothing else than reflection or mirroring. Knowledge exists in itself only if this reflection or mirroring does and by no other way. The self of Knowledge is what is reflected or mirrored in it. If Love is mirrored in it, it does not mean that it is Knowledge, but it stays Love, except for the fact that it is mirrored by Knowledge, or mirror as I call it..

I dote on myself, there is that lot of me and all so luscious.

The Absolute Truth of Knowledge is precisely non-Knowledge. If this Mirror called Knowledge remains in the phase where nothing is reflected in it, then it does not have a Self anymore, it does not have any element, is as empty and sterile as if it were not. Thus the Mirror is non-Knowledge more than it is Knowledge and becomes Knowledge only when other Prints of the Matrix Words reflect in it.

Death is reflected as either the greatest Evil or it becomes the greatest Saviour. And we get to the same conclusion, namely that Salvation consists of Death!

Only than the villains of the Hierarchy will turn their face to the man hooked by millennia of self treason and will realize that they are on the top of that pyramid due to the one they, the elites, have humiliated and brutalized elites who became what they are due to this MAN! They will realize that they are nothing without this man and only then they will know that they are no longer elites, but people!

Tell me whom you love and I will tell you who you are.

Was she so loved because her eyes were so beautiful, or were her eyes so beautiful because she was so loved?

Our first and last love is... self-love.

A low self-love in the parent desires that his child should repeat his character and fortune.

I don't fell good.

Ursula K Le Guin