Quotes About Reflection

How not to think of loss, how it takes hold and grows: like lacuna snails, slow and deliberate, on a reed? Why is everything I see the past I've tried to forget?

Waking, I am freighted with memory: my mother's last words spoken--after her death--in a dream: Do you know what it means to have a wound that never heals?

As the smoke rose from the car toward the skyline, I couldn't help thinking that, at any moment, everything we had would be consumed by flames.

Your Home should tell the story of who you are, and be a Collection of what you Love.

Yet it wasn't until she was dead—until the New York Times saw fit to give her an obituary—that Rick realized just how far her story had traveled, how powerful the simple act of storytelling could be. Maybe it didn't matter if he never wrote his book about O-Six; maybe, in a way, he already had.

Life is funny like that; just about the time you're able to fully appreciate the accommodations, you're checking out of the hotel.

Even now, when I try and think of band names just randomly, I'm so thankful that 'fun.' is the name of the band. I never really think twice about it. It is so simple and so easy.

the poet I saw once... but whose words have long been in my mind, windows of invincible candles...

Our missiology has always been clearly defined for us and our ecclesiology has been inherited, healthy or not.

Only remember, if you don't find what you need... in this life it's permissible to forgive oneself too.

This period in your life, it feels like it's forever. But, if you're lucky, life is long and each of these forevers will oneday seem fleeting.

Each death was like a hook through my skin, pulling me always backward to that moment. Already I felt the strain of those deaths, those visions, tearing at the fabric of who and where and when I was.

Lately, he had been thinking. He'd been thinking that his life didn't reflect everything going on inside his head.

It's solitary drinking that makes drunkards.

But whether he was happy or not it is hard to say. Probably he was neither, just as a plant is neither. He had memories to disturb him and a plant hasn't, but after the first bad night his memories were quiet.

He sees that the majority of letters are profoundly humble pleas fpr moral and spiritual advixe, that they are inarticulate expressions of genuine suffering. He also discovers that his correspondents take him seriously. For the first time in his life, he is forced to examine the values by which he lives. This examinatin shows him that he is the victim of the joke and not the perpetator.

When your principles seem to be demanding suicide, clearly it's time to check your premises.

How do we keep our inner fire alive? Two things, at minimum, are needed: an ability to appreciate the positives in our life – and a commitment to action. Every day, it's important to ask and answer these questions: 'What's good in my life?' and 'What needs to be done?

Of all the judgments we pass in life, none is more important than the judgment we pass on ourselves.

To love is to see myself in you and to wish to celebrate myself with you. What I love is the embodiment of my values in another person. Love is an act of self-assertion, self-expression and a celebration of being alive.

The calmer thought is not always the right thought, just as the distant view is not always the truest view

The Past lies upon the Present like a giant's dead body.

Time flies over us, but leaves it shadow behind.

We sometimes congratulate ourselves at the moment of waking from a troubled dream it may be so the moment after death.