Quotes About Reflection

Think honestly. Think humbly. Think honorably. Think happily.

What you pour into your mind you pour into the world.

When a caterpillar looks in the mirror, he sees a butterfly.

When bad things happen to you, become wiser, not bitter.

You cannot carry your past without dropping your future.

You learn more from your tears than your smiles.

Your highest self is revealed in your lowest moments.

Your inner voice whispers, but speaks the loudest.

Your private thoughts give birth to your public acts.

The fact that Saigyo composed a poem that begins, "I shall be unhappy without loneliness," shows that he made loneliness his master.

The summer grasses Of brave soldiers' dreams The aftermath.

On a journey, ill,And over fields all withered, dreamsGo wandering still.

An old pond—A frog leaping in—The sound of water.

The months and days are the travelers of eternity. The years that come and go are also voyagers…. I too for years past have been stirred by the sight of a solitary cloud drifting with the wind to ceaseless thoughts of roaming.

When a country is defeated, there remain only mountains and rivers, and on a ruined castle in spring only grasses thrive. I sat down on my hat and wept bitterly till I almost forgot time. A thicket of summer grass Is all that remains Of the dreams and ambitions Of ancient warriors.

Moon woke me up nine times —still just 4 a.m.

Days and months are travellers of eternity. So are the years that pass by. Those who steer a boat across the sea, or drive a horse over the earth till they succumb to the weight of years, spend every minute of their lives travelling. There are a great number of ancients, too, who died on the road. I myself have been tempted for a long time by the cloud-moving wind - filled with a strong desire to wander.

The past remains hidden in clouds of memory.

Year after year On the monkey's face: A monkey's face.

Along this road goes no one, this autumn eve.

On this road where nobody else travels autumn nightfall.

Old pond — frogs jumped in — sound of water

At one time I was weary of verse writing, and wanted to give it up. At another time I was determined to be a poet until I could establish a proud name over others. The alternatives battled in my mind and made my life restless.

Cherry blossoms – lights of years past.