Quotes About Reflection

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How to be happy (2) Don't compare your actual self to a hypothetical self. Don't drown in a sea of "what if"s. Don't clutter your mind by imagining other versions of you, in parallel universes, where you made different decisions.

Her social media activity wasn't great in this life, which was always a promising sign.

Andrea told me after that film that there was too much Matt Haig in Matt Haig. She was kind of joking but kind of on to something. So for me, anything that lessens that extreme sense of selfe, that makes me feel me but at a lower volume, is very welcome. (...) Travel has been one of those things.

Music is about time,' I told her. 'It is about controlling time.' When she stopped playing, she looked thoughtful for a moment and said something like, 'I sometimes want to stop time. I sometimes want, in a happy moment, for a church bell never to ring again. I want not to ever have to go to the marker again. I want for the starlings to stop flying in the sky... But we are all at the mercy of time. We are all the strings, aren't we?

You will regret the fear. In The Top Five Regrets of the Dying, Bronnie Ware—a nurse who worked in palliative care—shared her experience of talking to those near the end of their lives. Far and away the biggest regret they had was fear. Many of Bronnie's patients were in deep anguish that they had spent their whole lives worrying. Lives consumed by fear. Worrying what other people thought of them. A worry that had stopped them being true to themselves.

I wanted to be somewhere he had never been. I wanted somewhere where I didn't have to feel his ghost. But the truth is, it only half-works, you know? Places are places and memories are memories and life is fucking life.

The Last Update That Nora Had Posted Before She Found Herself Between Life and Death I miss my cat. I'm tired.

The quiet made her realize how much noise there was elsewhere in the world. Here, noise had meaning. You heard something and you had to pay attention.

But amid pure nature (or the 'tonic of wildness' as Thoreau called it) solitude took on a different character. It became in itself a kind of connection. A connection between herself and the world. And between her and herself.

the pain is not due to the thing itself, but to your estimate of it; and this you have the power to revoke at any moment'.

Kurt Vonnegut was right. "Reading and writing are the most nourishing forms of meditation anyone has so far found.

Regrets ignore chronology. They float around. The sequence of these lists changes all the time.

To experience beauty on Earth, you needed to experience pain and to know mortality. That is why so much that is beautiful on this planet has to do with time passing and the Earth turning.

In every life there is a moment, A crisis. One that says, what I believe is wrong. It happens to everyone, the only difference being how that knowledge changes them.

The most painful moments in life expand us. And when the pain leaves, space remains. Space we can fill with life itself.

Things I should do less of on the internet Post about a meaningful experience, when I could be having an actual meaningful experience.

4. There is absolutely nothing in the past that you can change. That's basic physics.

I would sit on the beach, as waves crashed and retreated over the sparkling sand like lost dreams

We can think about anything. And so it makes sense that we end up sometimes thinking about everything. We might have to, sometimes, be brave enough to switch the screens off in order to switch ourselves back on. To disconnect in order to reconnect.

It is a strange paradox, that many of the clearest, most comforting life lessons are learned while we are at our lowest.

Who knows? Every second of every day we are entering a new universe. And we spend so much time wishing our lives were different, comparing ourselves to other people and to other versions of ourselves, when really most lives contain degrees of good and degrees of bad.

I traveled with my work. I went to Paris, Boston, Rome, São Paolo, Berlin, Madrid, Tokyo. I wanted to fill my mind with human faces, in order to forget Isobel's. But I achieved the opposite effect. By studying the entire human species, I felt more toward her specifically. By thinking of the cloud, I thirsted for the raindrop.

She stepped outside, wondering whether a life could really be judged from just a few minutes after midnight on a Tuesday. Or maybe that was all you needed.