Quotes About Reflection

I am strongly moved to fly into some desert to avoid all approach of human creatures

All human failings give us, in life, the means of exercising our philosophy

Tous ces défauts humains nous donnent, dans la vie, Des moyens d'exercer notre philosophie

Kogu inimkond on nii vastik rämps ja park, et mind solvata võiks, kui näiksin neile tark.

In short, I see your example followed by them, and though I have servants, I am not served.

Mon Dieu, que vous êtes vulgaire ! Pour moi, un de mes étonnements, c'est que vous ayez pu faire une fille si spirituelle que moi.

Si vous songez à nourrir votre esprit, / C'est de viande bien creuse, à ce que chacun dit.

Let us not apply to ourselves the points of general censure; let us profit by the lesson, if possible, without assuming that we are spoken against.

It is a wonderful seasoning of all enjoyments to think of those we love.

He who follows his lessons tastes a profound peace, and looks upon everybody as a bunch of manure.

We often marry in despair, so that we repent of it all our life after.

One ought to examine himself for a very long time before thinking of condemning others.

Time now seemed to have receded, to be an enormous empty room which she must furnish, like any other aimless woman, with celluloid shadows of other people's happiness, with music that worked one up for nothing.

Going back to Walter's house had been like visiting a cemetery where there were no tidy tombstones recording beginnings and endings but only question marks over the graves.

The way of Friends is to think quietly and to listen. We ask the question, we consider how the answer is made by different people, we ask again, answer again, change our minds; we reach an understanding. The Meeting evolves this way, not by shouting each other down, not by the weight of the majority, but by the capacity of individual human beings to comprehend one another.

It can weigh on your mind, if you think very hard about a horse's life." He might have meant anything, but what came into her own head was Alfred Logerwell beating his horse with a pipe, and her dad's horses, and other horses she had known, horses who were gaunt, thirsty, lame, wounded, broken-winded, frightened, discouraged.

When you move something, you discover new meanings in it, Kristina thought, watching them.

Sholto's hairbrush?

This is where I lived – she lived there, too. I could see it in her face. Her eyes. The way she carried herself. In the place between what we wanted and what we had. And this is where all the pain lived.

You changed me, baby," I told her, stroking her cheek. "I barely recognize who I was before you came into my life. And I don't…I don't want to go back to being that way.

I loved him in the way that one loves those who no longer matter: poignantly.

I want to believe that memories, even sad and painful ones, should not be forgotten forever.

That man is so old, he's older than his birthday.

Sometimes I look back and I am shocked. Everyday of my life I have prepared for success, worked for it, waited for it, and you don't notice how the days pass until nearly a lifetime is finished. Then it hits you--the thing you have been waiting for has already gone by. And it was going in the other direction. It's like I've been waiting on the wrong side of the road for a bus that was already full." p. 265