Quotes About Reflection

Sleep quietly, now that the gates of the day are closed. Leave tomorrow's problems for tomorrow. The earth is peaceful. Only the stars are abroad; and they will not cause you any trouble.

Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself.

Take kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth.

If anyone has a conscience it's generally a guilty one.

It's precisely the disappointing stories, which have no proper ending and therefore no proper meaning, that sound true to life.

You can put anything into words, except your own life

When we travel, we are like a film at the moment of exposure; it is memory that will develop it.

aber vor allem: standhalten, dem Licht, der Freude (wie unser Kind als es sang) im Wissen, dass ich erlösche im Licht über Ginster, Asphalt und Meer, standhalten der Zeit, beziehungsweise Ewigkeit im Augenblick. Ewig sein: gewesen sein.

There's nothing worse than walking around and talking about your failed relationship, all day, every day, for months on end.

Bliss in that age was it to be alive.' (He says) 'Why do people regard a period like this as years lost out of our lives when beyond question it is the most interesting period of them? Why do we regard history as of the past and forget we are making it?

If you live on the brink of death yourself, it is as if those who have gone have merely caught an earlier train to the same destination, and whatever that destination is, you will be sharing it soon, since you will almost certainly be catching the next one.

Nella Last groped movingly towards an expression of her compatriots' hopes when she wrote that summer of 1940: "Sometimes I get caught up in a kind of puzzled wonder at things and think of all the work and effort and unlimited money that is used today to 'destroy' and not so long ago there was no money or work and it seems so wrong somehow Ã¢â'¬Â¦ [that] money and effort could always be found to pull down and destroy rather than build up.

gratitude makes for soul-growth.

Pragmatism reflects a society that has no time to remember and meditate.

Philosophy is overwhelmingly complicated, its procedure depressingly slow.

The task of critical reflection is not merely to understand the various facts in their historical development (...) but also to see through the notion of fact itself, in its development and therefore in its relativity.

los filósofos han concertado la paz con el mundo, mientras que en otro tiempo estar desunido con él pertenecía a la esencia de la filosofía. Schopenhauer y Nietzsche, desobedientes de la gran filosofía, anticiparon en sus vidas la nueva soledad del pensador.

Pour mon puissant amour et mon plus fort dédain comme on verrait dans un vaste miroir sans tain s'attirer et se nuire des poules bigarrées je vois le lys profond, la rose qui succombe au poids fécond de ses entrailles, circuler le touriste, photographe égaré parmi l'herbe fleurie des tombes. Je suis mourant d'avoir compris que notre terre n'est d'aucun prix.

I never knew what real happiness was until I got married. And by then it was too late.

In den Glasperlen des Märchens spiegelt sich die Welt.

The real sadness of fifty is not that you change so much but that you change so little.

We all run on two clocks. One is the outside clock, which ticks away our decades and brings us ceaselessly to the dry season. The other is the inside clock, where you are your own timekeeper and determine your own chronology, your own internal weather and your own rate of living. Sometimes the inner clock runs itself out long before the outer one, and you see a dead man going through the motions of living.

When you are in the final days of your life, what will you want? Will you hug that college degree in the walnut frame? Will you ask to be carried to the garage so you can sit in your car? Will you find comfort in rereading your financial statement? Of course not. What will matter then will be people. If relationships will matter most then, shouldn't they matter most now?

Of these years nought remains in memory but the sad feeling that we have advanced and only grown older.