Quotes About Reflection

there was also something in me that felt contained there; that needed a different setting in which to grow. It was perhaps a mark of my arrogance and immaturity that I believed I had to leave in order to do so.

There is something to be said for experiencing great art, or nature, by oneself; the absence of other people makes the enjoyment more pure, and one's perceptions grow acute and discerning.

I actually think with age comes some level of wisdom.

He was starting to think that consciousness wasn't some lighthouse of self-knowing but merely a little cave where you made up stories about yourself, whatever it took to hide the shit and the slime, the utter mollusk you were in your deepest nature. He wondered what was down there, under the shit, what kind of bedrock he might strike. Take

He thought of Darwin sleeping out on the pampas during his Beagle trip, a middle-class white kid travelling the world, the first of the backpackers. It was only afterwards, really, that he had made any sense of what he had seen. Alex wondered what, in the fullness of time, he himself would make sense of, what small, crucial detail might be lodging itself in his brain that would shake his life to its foundations.

Old age is woman's hell.

Don't try to reform yourself; just see the futility of all change. The changeful keeps on changing while the changeless is waiting.

Study the prison you have inadvertently built around yourself.

Leave alone your desires and fears and give your entire attention to the subject, to he who is behind the experience of desire and fear. Ask: who desires? Let each desire bring you back to yourself.

As you watch your mind, you discover yourself as the watcher. When you stand motionless, only watching, you discover yourself as the light behind the watcher.

The name given to the body is not your name. What are you beyond the body and its name? For a moment, see that you are without the body and its name.' This is termed 'waiting at the doorstep of God for a moment'. Say what you are without considering the body and its name. Look at yourself without the body and its name. Understand this point and you understand everything.

To the tongue which bringeth thee words without reason, the answer that best beseemeth thee is?silence.

I've sometimes thought of marrying, and then I've thought again.

It's a sad reflection on society how many people are shocked by honesty... and how few by dishonesty.

CHRISTMAS is at our throats again.

experienced," Rob J. said.

Art exists not inside the piece itself, but inside the mind of the viewer.

We all become caricatures of ourselves, if we live long enough

But you grew out of it." "Grew? No. I burned it all down, drank myself into a stupor, pissed off everyone I knew." They think about that for a moment, how sometimes the only way to learn not to play with fire is to go up in flames.

You need hope to form a thought. It takes—I don't know—optimism to speak, to engage in conversation. Because, really, what's the point of all this communicating? What difference does it really make what we say to each other? Or what we do, for that matter?

He had been young once and limitless, and then somehow his life became a foregone conclusion. An almost was, not even a has been.

Life can paralyze us, freeze us into statues if we think about things too long.

The lives we live, he thinks, are filled with holes.

Death, so permanent for the dead, should be more than just an afternoon activity for the mourners.