Quotes About Reflection

Laywers, I suppose, were children once.

It's adult swim time and I'm diving in here at the shallow end.

I just looked at the calendar and realized- my days are numbered

I'd rather have less time than I think, than less think than I have time.

It's a terrible thing, what we did, " said Francis abruptly. "I mean, this man was not Voltaire we killed. But still. It's a shame. I feel bad about it.

We were all so young that there were no lines on our faces to read between.

I might be old and ugly now, but you started that way, Jack.

Was he hitting some type of werewolf midlife crisis? First, he'd left Wolf Town, and now he was envisioning a mate. What next? Bird watching? Board games? Retirement homes?

If your career doesn't work out, write a book about it.

You might as well laugh at yourself, everyone else is.

There is no point in poverty if it does not make a rich man, observing it, feel better.

The past is an educational toy for the present. It should be discarded the moment its usefulness is outgrown.

Talking about a problem sometimes makes it worse.

Intelligence is being intelligent enough to know you're not so intelligent as you intelligently once thought.

An autobiography is inherently incomplete unless the last page is written on the eve of the author's demise.

I like to think I'm not stupid often, tonight proves that when I am, I do it in a big way.

Don't we all hope to die with a smile on our faces?

Aging gracefully - A concept that is rejected in 40s, but gracefully accepted in 50s...

I can't seem to recall if I've ever had amnesia before.

What do you think of Christmas?""I like it, " she said. "I think we should have it every year.

You have two eyes, and two ears, but only one mouth. This is so because you are supposed to look and listen more than you talk.

Wisdom comes in the silence of one's chaos

In the moments between bullets, those in foxholes regain their vision. They get to count the dead, feel for holes. Pain creeps through a sluice of calm.

I spent the afternoon musing on Life. If you come to think of it, what a queer thing Life is! So unlike anything else, don't you know, if you see what I mean.