Quotes About Reflection

There must be satisfaction gained in accurately naming the thing that torments you.

Het gedicht, die bescheiden poging van de dichter om niet nu maar pas later uiteen te vallen.

misliti u slikama i opajati se mnogolikom izmjenljivoš?u slika.

Osovio se ?ovjek na stražnje noge, prohodao je kao dvonožac, a glupost se vu?e za njim kao sjenka!

Sve zapravo polusan mozga i svijesti.

I mjese?ina može biti pogled na svijet.

kako je dobro i mudro ne misliti ni o ?emu i mirno udisati taj vlažni šumski sumrak. Sve ostaje na tome: zaviti tijelo što dublje u te sumrake i ta svitanja. Osje?ati oko sebe klokot vrela i miris raslinja i tako ne misliti ništa. Disati.

Ja sam, vidite, zgažen. Zašto? Zato jer sam se usudio usprotiviti ljudskoj gluposti...

Tko bi mogao objasniti iznenadno sijevanje ljudske misli kada izaziva onu mra?nu grmljavinu srca, koja može u tren oka zavitlati u svijesti ?ovjeka urnebesnu stihiju od vihora, ?esto opasniju i sudbonosniju od ludovanja svih bjesomu?nih oluja slijepe i nerazumne naravi?

Mutno je sve to u nama, draga moja dobra Beatrice, nevjerojatno mutno.

Gdje nam je dokaz, da naše ''ja'' traje, da smo ''mi'' još uvijek trajno i neprekidno ''mi'', gdje nam je zapravo mjera?

Godinama živio sam u našem smrdljivom zvjerinjaku gotovo gluhonijem, pritajen i povu?en u sebe kao puž i pravi puzavac (...)

Svaki ?ovjek se je bar jednom, nedvojbeno, osje?ao kao mramorno poprsje.

Unaware that our culture has subverted our faith, we lose a place from which to judge our own culture

The world makes you, and then you see it through the eyes it gives you.

Thoughts by a graveside are too dark and deep to be sustained for any length of time. Sooner or later the hurt mind turns to the sun for healing, and this is as it should be, for otherwise, what future could any of us hope for, but madness?

I soon realized that what I really wanted was time to ruminate, time to observe, and often time to be alone.

Anyone with any sense welcomes retirement,

How many people had stood here, as she did now, puzzled, unhappy, numb with pain and perplexity? And how many had found comfort in the knowledge of the continuity of life, of being but one link in a long chain of human experience, in this old, old setting?

The worst of getting old,' said Winnie, 'is the time one has to spend in patching oneself up.

That's the third death this year,' mused Mr Willet, his eyes on the rooks wheeling against the sky. . . . 'Like a stab wound, every time,' he said. 'Leaves a hole, and a little of your life-blood drains away.

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In this brief pause between activities, she suddenly became conscious of living completely in the present. It came but rarely. One was either looking back anxiously wondering which duties had been left undone, or forward to those duties which lay before one.

When you're used to hearing purring and suddenly it's gone, it's hard to silence the blaring sound of sadness.