Quotes About Reflection

Perhaps it takes a purer faith to praise God for unrealized blessings than for those we once enjoyed or those we enjoy now.

I am thankful for all the poor choices I have made in my life because they all eventually led me to where I am... and I couldn't ask for a better place to be.

The seaweed is always greener in somebody else's lake.

Being single at a friend's wedding always makes you think, when is it my turn?

Music played at weddings always reminds me of the music played for soldiers before they go into battle

Territory June 23, 1866 Last time. This is it. Never again. Rafe Kincaid pulled his chestnut thoroughbred to a halt in full darkness, still a short distance away from the entrance of the cavern. He rubbed the ugly, jagged

rubbed the ugly, jagged scar that ran from the corner of his eye to his hairline just above his ear. He was glad

If he could have reached it, he'd have kicked his own backside.

But a woman couldn't stop her thoughts until she had them, now could she?

A man sees in the world what he carries in his heart.

Try an' get some rest, darlin'." Clay pressed her back against her pillow. Sophie nodded. Clay stood and took a couple of steps toward the door. He paused and looked back at her, and then he awkwardly came back, leaned over, and kissed her on the forehead, then the cheek, then her lips. He brushed her hair back again. "You and the girls, and this life I've got myself into, will always be a miracle to me, Sophie.

Supposedly you drink to forget. The trouble is you don't forget, you remember—all the old insults and hatreds, real and imagined.

What men do to trees mirrors what they do to women.

How can you hear your soul if everyone is talking?

You look back on some little decision you made and realize all the things that happened because of it, and you think to yourself "if only I'd known," but, of course, you couldn't have known.

Odd, isn't it? You know when your birthday is, but not your death day, even though you pass the date year after year, never suspecting that some day…

Time doesn't run backward, you know, and things that have been done can't be undone, no matter how hard you wish.

To keep from crying in front of everyone, I ran down the hall, opened the first door I saw, and dashed inside. Too late I realized the room was already occupied. An old man in a wheelchair sat beside a window. Of all the places I might have gone, I'd chosen Great-grandfather's sanctuary.

Poetry?" ... "No, just thoughts, glimpses, things running through my head.

I understand true life doesn't happen when I constantly gaze backwards, mulling over all the injustices others have done or I have done to others.

As I look back over my mountains of growth and compare them to the molehills where I stagnated, community often made the difference.

That's the crux of my prayer for you as you walk through difficult relationship -- that you would begin to see God's storytelling in your life even in the midst of pain and bewilderment.

Pieces. A bit for someone here. A bit there. And sometimes they don't add up to anything whole. But you are so busy dancing. Delivering. You don't have time to notice. Or are afraid to notice. And then one day you have to look. And it's true. All of your pieces fill up other people's holes. But they don't fill your own.

The ghosts, they never go away. They call to you in unexpected moments, their hands lacing with yours and pulling you down paths that lead nowhere.