Quotes About Reflection

we're all thinkin' it.

Good-bye—if you hear of my being stood up against a Mexican stone wall and shot to rags please know that I think that a pretty good way to depart this life. It beats old age, disease, or falling down the cellar stairs. —AMBROSE BIERCE

When you write down your ideas you automatically focus your full attention on them. Few if any of us can write one thought and think another at the same time. Thus a pencil and paper make excellent concentration tools.

But I knew better: No matter where you go, the past floods back. You can try like the dickens, but you can't escape fate.

Kimse mükemmel de?ildir. Ba?kalar?n? affetti?inde asl?nda kendini affedersin.

Easter is reflecting upon suffering for one thing, but it also reflects upon Jesus and his non compliance in the face of great authority where he holds to his truth - so there's two stories there.

God help us to live slowly: To move simply: To look softly: To allow emptiness: To let the heart create for us. Amen.

Come sit down beside me, I said to myself, And although it doesn't make sense, I held my own hand As a small sign of trust And together I sat on the fence.

Each day is a lifetime.

Have you ever thought about doing something then forgot all about it and it never got done? Well, when many folks get to the end of their lives they will say, if only I would have lived a more joyful life but I forgot the reason I was put on earth... Don't become one of them.

When you are a pessimist and the bad thing happens, you live it twice, Amos

No, she's not," she said, shaking her head, looking right through me. "She's the daughter of someone who no longer exists." 67 Iwalked outside, the interior of the Jordan home feeling toxic and ugly.

As I walked down the extremely narrow hall of my not-so-mobile home, passing over the pale yellow linoleum curling up so that it no longer reached the thin blond paneling of either wall, I remembered the plush two-story brick home Susan and I had shared in North Atlanta. It was nice. Very nice. But this impoverished place and the fringe existence I was now living here felt more like home.

When I can't sleep, every wrong I've ever committed slips in through the cracks in the doors and windows like the ghosts in Poltergeist.

Alice in Wonderland was right: you do have to move twice as fast to stay in the same place, and when you're old, you're too slow to do it and so you lose ground. The future vanishes. You can't remember what you should do tomorrow and then you can't remember what you did today. And in the end all you have is long ago.

Love and death are very similar. They're the times in your life when you most want to believe in magic, when you yearn for some symbolic act or retrospective edit that can change the world you find yourself in.

Everything you've done, everything you've seen, everything you've become, remains. You never can go back, only forward, and if you don't bring the whole of yourself with you, you'll never see the sun again

When you let it get personal, the cost becomes personal too. You're opening your own heart here. You sure you want to do that?

I wash with the can of water I set aside the night before, and eat whatever I put next to it. The washing is not strictly necessary but, again, I have always found it a good way to greet the day. You wash after a period of work, after all, and what else is a night of sleep, if not work, or a journey at least? ("The Things He Said")

I had never liked my parents so much that I wished to be reminded of them every time I walked into a room. I

Daylight had not brought a solution, but it had accorded indifference. Having

Oh, law! This morning I look one day older than God and a year younger than water! Last night I didn't close my eyes. At five o'clock this morning I was still awake in my bed, turning and tossing and thinking about Big D." "Dallas?" "Dying, precious—Big D is death.

The words yesterday and tomorrow might have been excised from their vocabulary: for yesterday had entertained nothing that was worth today's speech, and tomorrow could promise no change from today.

Wallace Stegner once wrote that the lessons of life amount to scar tissue.