Quotes About Reflection

Someday I hope you get the chance to live like you were dying.

Spring, summer, and fall fill us with hope; winter alone reminds us of the human condition.

What can I know? What ought I to do? What may I hope?

You hope that your teenage self would like and forgive your 50-year-old self.

It looks as if I were meant to be alone, and that any hope of happiness is not meant. Am I too old to acquire the knack for happiness?

I'm holding onto the hope that there is some reason that I got cancer and there is something - that may not be very clear to me right now - but that I will do.

I just hope that one day - preferably when we're both blind drunk - we can talk about it.

The shallow end of hope is usually the deep end of grace.

I definitely hope to relax when I get back hope. I will disappear into the forest and be rejuvenated by the beauty of the mountains.

This one's for you, and I truly hope you hear me, Through all your travels, I'm wishing you a peaceful journey.

Hope is a memory that desires, the memory is a memory that has enjoyed.

We're already separated that's official but there's still a window of hope left open that perhaps someday we could give things another try.

No place affords a more striking conviction of the vanity of human hopes than a public library.

Why does the writer write? The writer writes to serve--hopeless ly he writes in the hope that he might serve--not himself and not others, but that great cold elemental grace that knows us.

Hope is the forward-looking part of memory.

I have good hope that there is something remaining for the dead.

I hope I am not too repetitive. However, coming to terms with death is part of the general human situation.

Where we hope to land (and where we do land, though only for a fleeting moment, enough for tired wings to catch the wind anew) is a 'there' which we thought of little and knew of even less.

We do not stray out of all words into the ever silent; We do not raise our hands to the void for things beyond hope.

I hope to begin a new plan... not sitting down to local matter but walking and watching.

If memories could be canned, would they also have expiry dates? If so, I hope they last for centuries.

I seat myself at the typewriter and hope, and lurk.

And nothing to look backward to with pride, and nothing to look forward to with hope.

I sort of missed one big thing, to touch first base. I hope I didn't act foolish, but this is history.