Quotes About Reflection

every time I understand a little more, I wonder why it's taken me so long—why there was ever a time when I didn't understand a thing so obvious and real and true.

you think they want to wash?" I asked Harry and Zahra.

What was he, he wondered, that he could have anything at all but an end?

I like them, and … they're all I have left. But I need more time to decide. It's no small thing to commit yourself to other people.

In order for me to understand who I am, I must begin to understand who she was. That is my reason for writing and assembling this book. It has always been my way to sort through my feelings by writing.

To get along with God, Consider the consequences of your behavior.

He rubbed his head again. 'Five years is longer than it sounds. So much longer.

This country has slipped back two hundred years.

The questions little children ask drive you insane because they never stop. But they also make you think.

The world is full of painful stories. Sometimes it seems as though there aren't any other kind and yet I found myself thinking how beautiful that glint of water was through the trees.

My steps along this streetResoundin another streetIn whichI hear my stepsPassing along this streetIn whichOnly the mist is real.

Solitude is the profoundest fact of the human condition. Man is the only being who knows he is alone.

No one behind, no one ahead. The path the ancients cleared has closed. And the other path, everyone's path, easy and wide, goes nowhere. I am alone and find my way.

listen to me as one listens to the rain, the years go by, the moments return, do you hear the footsteps in the next room? not here, not there: you hear them in another time that is now, listen to the footsteps of time, inventor of places with no weight, nowhere, listen to the rain running over the terrace, the night is now more night in the grove, lightning has nestled among the leaves, a restless garden adrift-go in, your shadow covers this page.

Mineral cactai, quicksilver lizards in the adobe walls, the bird that punctures space, thirst, tedium, clouds of dust, impalpable epiphanies of wind. The pines taught me to talk to myself. In that garden I learnedto send myself off. Later there were no gardens.

One can enjoy a wood fire worthily only when he warms his thoughts by it as well as his hands and feet.

When I am alone, I love the wide roads. There, I have conversations with myself. My free steps move easily and my body leaves my spirit free of obstacles; it discourses, it reasons, it presses me with questions.

Beginning today, treat everyone you meet as if they were going to be dead by midnight. Extend to them all the care, kindness and understanding you can muster, and do it with no thought of any reward. Your life will never be the same again.

Beginning today, treat everyone you meet as if they were going to be dead by midnight. Extend them all the care, kindness and understanding you can muster. Your life will never be the same again.

Every defeat, every heartbreak, every loss, contains its own seed, its own lesson on how to improve your performance the next time.

Beginning today, treat everyone you meet as if they were going to be dead by midnight. Extend to them all the care, kindness and understanding you can muster, and do so with no thought of any reward. Your life will never be the same again.

Take the attitude of a student, never be too big to ask questions, never know too much to learn something new.

Middle age is when you are sitting at home on a Saturday night and the telephone rings and you hope it is not for you.

Middle age is when you're sitting at home on a Saturday night and the telephone rings and you hope it isn't for you.