Quotes About Reflection

When we begin to glimpse the reality of God, the natural reaction is to worship him. Not to have that reaction is a fairly sure sign that we haven't yet really understood who he is or what he's done.

The pacification of all cognitive grasping and the pacification of conceptual proliferation are peace.

Journaling is a good thing, and it's a decent idea."

Me reading a QUOTE is interesting, but my own QUOTES I enjoy reading them."

Nothing is an accident: it's always someone's fault; perhaps-but no one teaches us how to live with our mistakes. Everyone is isolated, alone with his or her anguish and guilt, and too penetrating a question can mean people are not able to face one another the next day.

Her mind is a haunted house.

God is just a name for our wonder.

He would drift through the house in search of the coolest spot to read through the long summer afternoons that had a touch of eternity to them, altering the arrangement of his limbs as much for comfort as for the fear that his undisturbed shadow would leave a stain on the wall.

Always remember your days are blessed. You may know how to profit from them or you may not, but they are blessed.

Death is really the mystery of life, isn't it?

The past has no wholeness, it has been etiolated by revised explanations of it, trampled over by hindsight - all their lives.

If I had my life to live over, I would start barefoot earlier in the spring and stay that way later in the fall.

Just as it is known That an image of one's face is seen Depending on a mirror But does not really exist as a face, So the conception of "I" exists Dependent on mind and body, But like the image of a face The "I" does not at all exist as its own reality.

Events at home, at work, in the street - these are the bases for a story.

Happy is he who can give himself up.

Elle se lève. Elle se regarde dans un miroir et ne voit que des cercles : son visage en forme de cercle, sa tête en cercle, la Lune, la Terre et le Soleil en cercle. Elle est un cercle dans un cercle dans un cercle, et tout tourne. Elle se recouche et elle s'endort.

En réalité, chacun de tes ennemis est ton remède, ton élixir, ton bienfaiteur, ton vrai ami. Car tu t'enfuis de lui et tu implores Dieu. En revanche, tes amis sont des ennemis. Car, en t'occupant, ils t'éloignent de la présence divine.

Si la vie s'est écoulée, sa racine est le présent. Arrose-là de l'eau du repentir. Alors le poison de l'an dernier se change en sucre, les mauvaises actions se transforment en dévotion, le passé lui-même devient sans tache.

Our memories make us... even the darkest of them all.

The longer you live, the more mistakes you make. And the more sorrows you carry.

God hates me," she heard him mutter. "Now there are two of them.

We all have to live with our past, but it doesn't have to define us.

Sophia got up, taking one last look at the extraordinary daughter Councilor Nikita Duncan had borne.

Only the stupid regret choices. The smart learn to adapt.