Quotes About Reflection

Nous sommes tous des naufragés de l'âme vois-tu, la peinture n'est que le reflet de ce chagrin, antichambre de la grande joie à venir." Nous sommes tous des naufragés de l'âme vois-tu, la peinture n'est que le reflet de ce chagrin, antichambre de la grande joie à venir. On ne se tue pas pour une femme (Plon)

Il nous faut remplacer les mourants, et les mourants savent qu'ils ne valent que pour ce qu'ils ont transmis.

Les guerres sont d'immenses machines à fabriquer des âmes errantes.

Un buon libro lascia al lettore l'impressione di leggere qualcosa della propria esperienza personale. Quando la letteratura è al suo apice ci sembra che d'improvviso ricordiamo qualcosa d'importante che sapevamo ma abbiamo scordato.

Now he had nothing, or he had his freedom. It depended on how he looked at it, he supposed.

The moving finger writes, and having written moves on. Nor all thy piety nor all thy wit, can cancel half a line of it.

Drink! for you know not whence you came nor why: drink! for you know not why you go, nor where.

Living Life Tomorrow's fate, though thou be wise, Thou canst not tell nor yet surmise; Pass, therefore, not today in vain, For it will never come again.

The thoughtful soul to solitude retires.

A Book of Verses undeneath the Bough, A Jug of Wine, a Loaf of Bread and Thou Beside me singing in the Wilderness- Oh, Wilderness were Paradise enow

The Moving Finger writes and, having writ, Moves on nor all your Piety nor Wit Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line, Nor all your Tears wash out a Word of it.

Think, in this batter'd Caravanserai Whose Portals are alternate Night and Day, How Sultn after Sultn with his Pomp Abode his destined Hour, and went his way.

The publication Koan Kaito Shu15 (The Collection of Answers to Koan)

Further, to have concentration without wisdom is to idly come to a standstill in an empty world.

We are white dew drops; If we lay ourselves just as we are On the maple leaves, We are red beads.

If possible, we should sit as often as we can every day. In case it is impossible for us to sit many times a day, we must find ways to sit in the intervals of our work or while riding buses and trains on our way to and from work in addition to sitting once a day before going to bed.

This teaching of O Yomei reminds me of "Kyosho Dofu (Ching-ch'ing Tao-fu) and the voice of rain drops" as told in Article 46 of the Hekigan Roku (Pi-yen Lu).

I feel amazed when I look back on those days and the things that I learned to tolerate. How much my ability to tolerate hurts flung at me has taken out of me!

The flowers withered,Their color faded away,While meaninglesslyI spent my days in the worldAnd the long rains were falling.

What is it about this twilight hour? Even the sound of a barely perceptible breeze pierces the heart.

The color of the flower has faded, while I lost myself in idle thought in this long rain / ???? ??????? ????? ??????? ???????

This pine tree by the rock Must have its memories too: After a thousand years, See how its branches Lean towards the ground.

Seeing the moonlight Spilling down Through these trees, My heart fills to the brim With autumn.

Why haven't I Thought of this before? This body, Remembering yours, Is the keepsake you left.