Quotes About Reflection

Seek not to follow in the footsteps of men of old; seek what they sought.

Poverty's child - he starts to grind the rice, and gazes at the moon.

There we did begin, Cloisterd in the waterfall, Our summer discipline.

aphorism 129: I would have every thought stoop and touch the Earth but that I already know the impossibility of the effort. A thought seems to have a life of its own and would rather leave itself open to flattering interpretations.

The only way through is to bury it deep in your gut and let the hot juices work on it for a while. Soon enough you forget whatever it was that pained you to begin with.

Public speaking creates a mirror in which you see in the audience an amplified version of what is going on inside of you.

If all knowledge is self knowledge, you don't know shit.

I'd had people say, 'You'll enjoy being famous for a week, and you'll never enjoy it again'. But I don't think I had that week. I may have been working and missed that moment.

What is your greatest regret? "Not staying in better touch with people who truly mattered to me before they died unexpectedly.

Sometimes when you're surrounded by dirt...you're a better witness for what's beautiful.

I stayed there on the floor like that for a long, long time. Eating and crying. Crying and eating.

My chest got this weird feeling, like when you stare into the eyes of a little baby and the baby looks back up at you and you can feel how pure and innocent it is, so much that it makes your stomach feel empty - probably 'cause you realize you used to be pure like that, too, and now you're not.

The ocean talks to you. Especially at night. Whispering voices that never let up, not even when you sleep.

That's the weirdest thing, by the way. That every person you come across lays down in a bed, under the covers, and closes their eyes at night. Cops, teachers, parents, hot girls, pro ballers, everybody. For some reason it makes people seem so much less real when I look at them.

My stain will never get fixed 'cause it's on the inside. And lasers can't reach there.

There are two kinds of people in this world, young fella. Those who can sit in the loneliness of existence and those who turn away.

Sería imposible describir el peso de toda esa culpa.

sometimes you find your path gets blocked, and you have to take a step back – back home, even – to move forward.

Maybe it's living back at my parents' house, or perhaps going back to school, but somehow, surrounded by all these reminders from my past, in the middle of all the stuff I grew up with, with the people I grew up around, I think I'm finally beginning to understand what 'home' means.

He'd admired it in the window of a shop on the Strand when he'd met her for dinner one evening, never expecting her to surprise him with it a couple of days later. Now he could see that perhaps she'd bought it out of guilt, but at the time, he just felt it showed how much she'd loved him. He'd been too wrapped up in their future to see it as just a present. And today, perhaps appropriately, it had stopped. Still, at least he was making good time—for

As with post-traumatic growth, it's not the scare itself but the subsequent perspective shift that enhances gratitude.

At the risk of sounding like Uncle Rico from Napoleon Dynamite who can't let go of the past

You should listen to your heart, and not the voices in your head.

Solitude never hurt anyone. Emily Dickinson lived alone, and she wrote some of the most beautiful poetry the world has ever known... then went crazy as a loon.