Quotes About Reflection

whatever happened to the nice old guy with the purple bandana?

One of the most important things that I did to turn my life around was to realize and to accept that from this minute, that's all we have. Everything that happened behind us we cannot change so you might as well look to the future.

Who knows their own story? Certainly it makes no sense when we are living in the midst of it. It's all just clamor and confusion. It only becomes a story when we tell it and retell it. Our small precious recollections that we speak again and again to ourselves and to others, first creating the narrative of our lives and then keeping the story from dissolving into darkness.

I've got some words of wisdom.

Do you hear what I hear, babe? Does it make you feel afraid?

I am damned,' thinks Bunny Munro in a sudden moment of self-awareness reserved for those who are soon to die.

Death looms large I guess because it should. It's the one thing that we as human beings from birth have a right to. It's the only thing we've really got, and I don't mean to sound bleak about this, but it's a unifying factor amongst us all.

I look at you and you look at me and deep in our hearts babe we know it, that you weren't much of a muse, but then, I weren't much of a poet.

Humming softly with the child asleep in his arms, Sardus Swift looked to the winking stars and saw the moon - a smirk on the face of heaven - as he made his way home.

In the mirror, mah hair now long, ah looked like a fucken prince. A King. King Euchrid the First. Monarch of Doghead. Don't fuck with the King, brother. Don't fuck with the King. And then ah looked again to Heaven and again ah gave Him thanks.

Es vienk?rši atkl?ju, ka š? pasaule ir p?rlieku smaga, lai taj? b?tu labs," saka Bannijs, tad aizver acis un, izp?tis elpu, sastingst.

I look at you and you look at me and deep in our hearts know it That you weren't much of a muse, but then I weren't much of a poet

Sorrow's child grieves not what has passed But all the past still yet to come…

Do I get up every morning and ask: am I doing the things that I believe in and am I doing them for the best possible motives? Yes. Unambiguously yes.

I know it's just a game. But so is life. And how we play the game has something to do with how we live our life.

It was sort of my own personal apocalypse.

Then again, the world had ended. So maybe it was time for adults to talk about building castles again.

We start out knowing all the answers, and in the end we realize how little we know. Just the important things. And by that time… no one listens anymore. Hang

I wish we all didn't have a story. –Karen

My journey was like the one in the book. That is the thing about books. You take their journeys with you. You came home with something more than just the remains of a fish. The book was never about the fish.

The more I read, the more I learn, the more I discover that I know nothing.

Because with all that I read, all that I learn, I discover how much I do not know. Ideas batter me like hailstones. Questions but no answers. Who am I? Where am I from? Do I have a family?

And the movement in your brain Sends you out into the rain

Do you like what you're doing/would you do it some more/or will you stop once and wonder what you're doing it for?