Quotes About Reflection

Thoughts, no matter what they are, aren't the problem – our sometimes dysfunctional relationship with them is.

The acceptance of the end wills the means. And the wisest reflection could not devise more effective means than those which are willed by the acceptance of the end.

Our subconscious assumptions continually externalise themselves that others may see us as we subconsciously see ourselves, and tell us by their actions what we have subconsciously assumed ourselves to be.

To think is to speak low, to speak is to think aloud.

Jesus realised that the world was made in the likeness of man. He knew that man saw his world to be what it was because man was what he was. In short, man's conception of himself determines that which he sees his world to be.

The world is a mirror wherein everyone sees himself reflected. The objective world reflects the beliefs of the subjective mind.

Whatsoever things are lovely and of good report, think on these things," for we become that with which we are en rapport.

You can't make more time, only better choices.

I am drowning: what use would be looking back to the shore from which I fell?

Everything owns a sound, loud or soft. When sound hits a thing, it comes back an echo. Mumbi said -Everything sends back a sound, however soft. If you listen to an echo with care, you can tell where it is coming from. The ear is the eye of the soul. It sorts out the sound and the echo and tells us what makes the sound and where it is coming from

Fox, in many ways ours is a degrading job-of-work. Custom makes monsters of us all. Do you ever feel like that about it, Fox? No, I don't think you do. You are too nice-minded.

Eima yna su vaih nata khih liata Mara reih pabohsa tuhpa ma na châ ma, a pahlei tuhpa ma? Keimo duasu tawh chyu ta he thliena he eima hmâh thei aw.

Tus propias acciones son un espejo mejor de tu vida que todas las acciones juntas de tus enemigos.

The dead outnumber the living fourteen to one, and we ignore the accumulated experience of such a huge majority of mankind at our peril

I loved you once is among the saddest lines in humanity.

Doing nothing at all is often the very wisest thing ... as the world is a ball and is turning and everything is in fact in motion all the time, doing nothing is not really doing nothing, it's allowing things to mover at their own pace

All of me knelt down. All of me bowed. Inside the chapel of myself, all my candles lit.

Forgive an old man. I say this here because pretty soon you get to a place where you're not sure there'll be a tomorrow, where you think I better say this now, here, because not only is time no longer on your side, you realise that it never was, that things were passing by faster than you could appreciate, and whole marvels, the quickening green of springtime, the shapeless shaped songs of unseen birds, the rising and falling of white waves, were passing without you noticing.

I'm at an age now when in the early mornings I'm often revisited by all my own mistakes, stupidities and unintended cruelties. They sit around the edge of the bed and look at me and say nothing. But I see them well enough.

When you are born in one century and find yourself walking around in another there's a certain infirmity to your footing. May we all be so lucky to live long enough to see our time turn to fable.

I know now that, when you get to a grandfather's age, life takes on the qualities of comedy, with aches.

Nobody who's lived an anyway decent amount of life remembers everything.

I answered Annie's questions about the day outside, about where the electricity crews were, and about myself, which last made dawn on me that it's only when someone asks you about yourself that you exist in the fourth dimension of a story.

Her mind was like a bookcase whose shelves had been pulled away, leaving the books pell-mell. All the stories of her life were in there, only confounded one into the other.