Quotes About Reflection

For now we see in a mirror, dimly; but then face to face: now I know in part; but then I shall know even as also I am known. —I Corinthians 13:12

O, Lord, thou has searched me and known me! —Psalm 139:1

May today's short moments of joy become treasured memories in the future.

To stay young, To save the world, Break the mirror.

Look! A mountain there I don't climb a mountain Mountain climbs me Mountain is myself I climb on myself.

Years ago, I thought old age would be dreadful because I should not be able to do things I would want to do. Now I find there is nothing I want to do after all.

You cannot warm yourself at the fire of anger without chilling your soul.

The hour on Sunday can be a time of wonder, a time of transformation, maybe even a time of awe.

O, beauty aren't you enough?

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Gratitude for bullets dodged is much healthier than self-pity or regret.

It is a funny thing how much more proud people can be of themselves if they never step back and take a good look in the glass.

Never forget, either of you, that there is always something greater than yourselves at work in the world. Look for it. Seek the whole truth, rather than letting the wind blow you as it will.

No wonder Mama went away in her head when Clover passed on. And then Papa. I am going to visit my Mama tomorrow and tell her I am sorry for everything I ever did that caused her sorrow or worry, and for ever wishing, during those days, that she would come back. She probably wanted to stay there. It's a wonder she came back at all. If I knew how to make myself go away in my head, I declare I would.

My life feels like a book left out on the porch, and the wind blows the pages faster and faster, turning always toward a new chapter faster than I can stop and read it.

Anytime we worked a quilt, it was the thing to do to set out an empty chair. It was for the missing woman. The friend who might call, just as you'd sat to quilt, and who might bring a loaf of bread, lend a hand, do a square.... There are times I miss the things I haven't done in my life. The things that Savannah is so good at doing, like taking up the empty chair.

My life is a tree and I can stay in one place and spread out in all directions, and I can do more learning shading this brood of mine than if I was all alone. I declare, it is like some other part of me made up some rules about happiness and I just went along with them without thinking. My heart is lightened so much that I am amazed at how sad I felt for so long.

Maybe part of passing that test was a marker for where I've been, but it feels more like a pointer for something I'll never reach

How is it possible for me to feel so young and so old at the same time?

The thought came to me like a revelation of sorts, that all the world would be better if people were blind. Everyone. Or if we could always have a huge war or something to work against, so that people could just sing and eat fudge in their living rooms with any-one they wanted to.

It seems there is always a road with bends and forks to choose, and taking one path means you can never take another one. There's no starting over nor undoing the steps I've taken

One thing I'd learned from all the burying I'd attended was that sometimes it's hard to pay attention. Burying someone you know will set your mind down some distant trail, as the one you're really on is too painful to view. at the burial of Ernest, Sarah's brother p177

One thing I know, whispered Savannah, is that if he was quiet, and you were quiet, and neither of you minded it, then you are in love.

A week later, I walked to Gwyneth's house. She and Dorothy and I shared tea and we wept for Jacob. We talked. We smiled a little. Then I left and waited for Cullah, and thought what a great emptiness was left by Jacob's passing. At last, I sat at the front door, on the chair where Patience had died. I held my hands folded at my heart, and ached for all who had passed from my world