Quotes About Reflection

What can we do but keep on breathing in and out, modest and willing, and in our places?

Poetry isn't a profession, it's a way of life. It's an empty basket you put your life into it and make something out of that.

I very much wished not to be noticed, and to be left alone, and I sort of succeeded.

It's very important to write things down instantly, or you can lose the way you were thinking out a line. I have a rule that if I wake up at 3 in the morning and think of something, I write it down. I can't wait until morning - it'll be gone.

Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?

Sometimes I need only to stand wherever I am to be blessed.

I Go Down To The Shore I go down to the shore in the morning and depending on the hour the waves are rolling in or moving out, and I say, oh, I am miserable, what shall— what should I do? And the sea says in its lovely voice: Excuse me, I have work to do.

it is a serious thing // just to be alive / on this fresh morning / in this broken world.

With meditation I found a ledge above the waterfall of my thoughts.

I told him that I believe all things in nature bear the mark of their Maker. The eagle, the owl, and the wind. We sat silently for a long moment, understanding that we are not so different really.

resist the temptation to jump to a solution;

Time, on its own, heals nothing.

Maybe Cubism started this way. Memory re-arranging a face.

Time, on its own, heals nothing. ? Mary Rakow, The Memory Room . (Counterpoint, August 31, 2004) Originally published April 1st 2002.

Often I wished for someone to share my mind with; but their hearts were in little things, they would have thought me a dreamer, and I had to plan alone.

His mouth felt cold to mine ; he neither opened his eyes, nor spoke, nor moved. I said in my heart, "Too late I am here within your cloak, I who never of my own will would have denied you anything. Time and death and change are unforgiving, and love lost in the time of youth never returns again.

You cannot step twice into the same river, said Herakleitos. People in the past were not just like us; to pretend so is an evasion and a betrayal, turning our back on them so as to be easy among familiar things.

For I had felt too much and reasoned too little, hearing what I was ready to hear, not what had been said. There

Speak for me, Nikeratos. Someone's soul is always listening." Someone's always is, I suppose, if one only knew. Plato never forgot it.

I could not tell what I should fill even this one day with; and there were years ahead. She

It can be good to be given what you want; it can be better, in the end, never to have it proved to you that this was what you wanted.

Encontrar a Fedro guiando a Sócrates casi al mismo sitio, quizá lo era, le había impresionado profundamente. El árbol de amplia copa, la verde ladera en que recostarse, el agua fría al pie; sólo faltaban las ofrendas votivas y el santuario. «Concededme ser hermoso por dentro ?había suplicado Sócrates? y haced que las cosas exteriores e interiores se reconcilien».

I don't know what more there is to say, except this: that since one can't refuse to know oneself, and it must have happened eventually, I would rather it was through you than anyone else.

Sintió ese tipo de falsa resignación que puede engañarnos cuando contemplamos los contratiempos en un momento en el que no los experimentamos.