Quotes About Reflection

THE NEXT FEW days were got through as days of that sort are got through. You have to live them, and know them, and feel them, and when they are over you have to get on with the business of living again.

Standing with reluctant feet, where the brook and river meet.

The hardest thing to find is peace, though it lay in plain view

Un simple clic; no hace falta nada más para cambiar una vida. A veces para mejor. A veces para mucho peor. Pero nunca lo pensamos. Hacemos clic y ya está.

She had long been a cold and calculating person, and yet she had never given in to the darkness entirely. She would remember her mother's touch or the voice of a lost friend, and the tiniest bit of hope would return.

I spent my youth building this wall to keep dangerous things away. I sometimes wonder now if I've kept them inside.

sound of snipping growing softer outside the window, Leo

If you make something your life's work, make sure it's something you can feel proud of when you're an old relic like me.

As exciting, difficult, and memorable as our past can be, there comes a time when we have to get on with living.

But sometimes you have to wait for an answer to come to you. Especially when the questions are difficult ones.

Réchauffe ta parole avant de la dire. Parle dans ton cœur. Savoir parler c'est savoir retenir sa parole. Parler vraiment c'est d'abord astiquer du silence. Le vrai silence est un endroit de La Parole. Écoute les vrais Conteurs.

Les vies n'ont pas de sens en fait, elles vont et viennent souvent comme des tsunamis, avec le même fracas, et elles drainent des débris qui croupissent dans ta tête comme autant de reliques, qui te semblent des trésors et ne tiennent pas la position.

We cannot stand long in the majesty of God, with all his vast glory shining upon us, without realizing our abject need of deep repentance.

Yersin thích tr?t t? và xa hoa, b?i xa hoa ??ng ngh?a v?i t?nh l?ng. ?i?u t? h?i nh?t c?a c?nh nghèo ?ói b?n cùng, là lúc nào c?ng b? qu?y r?y. Không bao gi? ???c ? m?t mình

On the pediment of the town hall, Death turns his sunglasses to mark the hours. No one takes any notice. it is eternal, this present. The world will gain little by continuing to evolve. This civilisation has reached its peak. A few details may need to be sorted out. some drugs could do with refining.

I worry sometimes that we're apt to confuse forgiveness with forgetfulness. The potency of forgiveness comes precisely from the fact that it must be done while being goaded by an unhappy memory.

Might-have-beens are insidious, aren't they, in the way they don't ever quite lie still or go away.

I'm a hopeless conversationalist. I'd always rather listen.

A person is neither whole nor healthy without the memories of photo albums. They are the storybook of our lives. They provide a nostalgic escape from the tormented days of the present.

The feeling of the morning after the night before is not a sensation endured by the dissolute only: every morning, for every human being, is in some sort a morning after the night before...

If he was in the mood to admire someone, why had he not gone to someone genuinely pretty and attractive? She knew she was plain all right: she knew it with such depth and frankness that she could positively find it in her heart to despise his taste! And if she despised his taste, she must despise the whole situation of which she formed a part. He had set in motion a degrading event.

The more we realize our selves, the less they seem to be our selves, as if the world-soul merely wishes to reflect itself through our eyes. The less self-important we are, the more important we are as selves, with a unique perspective on the cosmos.

However much we wish the soul's path to be straight, upward, and ascending, it is more likely to be meandering, full of regressions, downward turns, and backward glances.

We are constantly distilling our selves out of ourselves like fountains that gush from underground wellsprings, flash briefly in the sun, and return to their source.