Quotes About Reflection

Divorce is a very difficult decision to make and no one makes it lightly.

People who filed for divorce have reached a point in their lives where they are no longer able to honor the commitment they made in their wedding vows.

Relationships don't only fail because the person you're with turns out to be the wrong person; they also fail when you yourself aren't yet the person you need to be.

But it was hard for Poetry to stay angry very long. Nearly everything anybody said or did reminded him of a poem.

The past doesn't change, does it?" "It's still there, same as it ever was. But we see it differently as we get older.

Better the fool who remains silent than the fool who who speaks and demonstrates his foolishness. Better still, the one who listens carefully.

walked off to his car. He

The awareness of the ambiguity of one's highest achievements (as well as one's deepest failures) is a definite symptom of maturity.

We cannot turn the clock back nor can we undo the harm caused, but we have the power to determine the future and to ensure that what happened never happens again.

I can look back at stuff I wrote in my early days and squirm at some of the mistakes I made. But we're all learning every day we never stop. I just hope people keep on liking what I do. That gives me such a kick.

It must be terrible to be old, when you love someone who died young. They never change in your mind, and every day you see yourself grow away from that person you were when you loved and knew them. Until you are more of a shadow than they are, and the girl you were is altogether gone, more dead even than that young man on the battlefield.

No man could truly say what he was until he had been pushed to the edge of things with the precipice of his own ruin staring up at him.

Memories are important, like the bones of the mind. We build ourselves upon them, flesh and blood moulded around the pictures of what is past. I

Grief is the price we pay for having loved.

It must be terrible to be old, when you love someone who died young. They never change in your mind, and every day you see yourself grow away from that person you were when you loved and knew them. Until

Memories are important, like the bones of the mind. We build ourselves upon them, flesh and blood moulded around the pictures of what is past.

I am almost dizzied by a sudden knowledge, as cold as snow down my spine; that I, too, will grow up one day like everyone else, and look back and miss the years gone by, and the things I could have done, should have done. And growing up is suddenly not something to be impatient for, not all jam and buns and doing as one pleases. It is precisely the opposite.

There is a way of looking at things when you are alone in the woods at night. You see more clearly the things at the corner of the eye, and hear all the little crackling noises, the saw of your own breath, even the thumping of your heart. All so clear. It is as though on stepping out of the city an older part of the brain starts to work again. The part that remembers flint and bone and ice.

You'll find when you are sad, there'll come a point when you are so sad you don't even know you are sad anymore. It's quite nice.

a flash of silver just below the surface.

How are you treating the people around you? In God's eyes, that's an indicator of your true spiritual condition. For a New Testament perspective, see James 2:14–18.

When looking at any significant work of art, remember that a more significant one probably has had to be sacrificed.

One does not lash hat lies at a distance. The foibles that we ridicule must at least be a little bit our own. Only then will the work be a part of our own flesh. The garden must be weeded.

History may not repeat itself but, as Mark Twain said, it does rhyme.