Quotes About Reflection

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

Mama told me to make a special point to remember the best times of my life. There are so many hard things to live through, and latching on to the good things will give you strength to endure, she says. So I must remember this day. It is beautiful and this seems like the best time to live and the best place

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 to read it.

Mama said it's probably because of Suzanne, and that you are never the same after a child dies. That made me wonder what she was like before Clover died, because I don't think I really knew my own mother until I had children, and if she was different before, I don't remember.

I used to complain to myself that life was so boring, that there was too much laundry to do, too many noses to wipe. Now there are not enough noses to wipe.

What a pure blessing it was to have a bath in a tub alone in a room where all you had to do was pump the water, not tote buckets. Then all you had to do was pull out the cork, not tote more buckets to the back porch--that kind of thing is easy to take lightly until you don't have it.

Blue Horse said to me... wisdom is not a path, it is a tree.

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.

It seems as if I can only thing if I write my journal, it just connects the part of my head that is busy doing things with the part that is busy thinking about everything else. I know all these pepole are so busy because they love each other and me. We are a noisy crowd of love

When a man once begins to make a theory of himself, he generally succeeds in making himself into a theory.

Thoughts to words, words to paper. A gift we give ourselves, both now and later.

Para alguien con alma de jardinero, los jardines son especiales, más que una casa.

Annie, la profesora Widmer tenía razón. La verdad nos hace libres, ¿te acuerdas? Annie, ya soy libre. Y te quiero. ¡Te quiero muchísimo!

Walking makes the mind work

assassinated just four days before. "It was like

In his final remarks to the White House staff, on the day he resigned his office, Nixon applied a version of the lesson to himself. "Always remember, others may hate you, but those who hate you don't win unless you hate them, and then you destroy yourself.

Sometimes we wonder why we aren't happy, why we make sinful choices, why we feel distant from God. Often it's because we have small thoughts about God and magnified thoughts of ourselves, our wants, our rights, our accomplishments.

Who has asked you what you want for Christmas this year? Since we are asked this question from an early age, it is easy for Christmas to become all about getting rather than giving. Wouldn't a better question to ask each other be, "What are you giving for Christmas?

Jesus doesn't just look at us; he looks into us. And if we are willing to hold his gaze, he will burn away what is meaningless and frivolous and contaminating.

Is it a good life or a bad one? The answer doesn't matter. It's the only life we have.

You've got to pay visits to your memories from time to time. You've got to feed them, take them out and air them, show them around, tell them to other people or to yourself. If you don't, they waste away.

Who am I, in French? I really don't know -- a bit of everything, perhaps.

Tu avais commencé sous l'égide de Miranda à écrire des éloges du présent mais maintenant, son présent s'était rétréci jusqu'à n'être qu'un minuscule point de lumière, les ténèbres alentours te confondaient.

Quelle [est] la quantité minimale de passé nécessaire à la production de sens?