Quotes About Reflection

In everything give thanks. That was the lifeboat in any crisis. Over and over again he had learned this, and over and over again, he had to be reminded.

Professor Morgan had called [Dooley] 'a lad of few words.' That wasn't true. There were words spilling around in him all the time. Too many words. His problem was organizing them.

If he was going to find what he was seeking, he'd have to look, it was that simple. "Show me, Lord," he prayed aloud. "Lead me there and open my heart to Your wisdom….

We think we dare not be satisfied with the small measure of spiritual knowledge, experience and love that has been given to us, and that we must constantly be looking forward eagerly for the highest good.' 

He knew only that he must get on with his life, which lately seemed to have passed him by.

Wilderness is good, it gives me perspective. I get small again, the ego deflates.

Something you'd written in a margin," said George, "I can't remember where…'The significant, life-forming times are the dull, in-between times.

at his mother's grave and his father's urn.

The firefly only shines when on the wing, So it is with us--when we stop, we darken.

Sometimes you have to gag on fancy before you can appreciate plain, th' way I see it. For too many years, I ate fancy, I dressed fancy, I talked fancy. A while back, I decided to start talkin' th' way I was raised t' talk, and for th' first time in forty years, I can understand what I'm sayin'.

But then, What is not vain, by God, in lives of men? All is in vain! We play at blind man's buff Until hard edges break into out path. Man life's is error. Where, then, is relief? In shedding tears or wrestling down my grief?

One of the prizes of old age is its release from competition.

I hear there are people who actually enjoy moving. Sounds like a disease to me - they must be unstable. Though it does have it's poetry, I'll allow that. When an old dwelling starts looking desolate, a mixture of regret and anxiety comes over us and we feel like we are leaving a safe harbor for the rolling sea. As for the new place, it looks on us with alien eyes, it has nothing to say to us, it is cold.

Bitter experience has taught us how fundamental our values are and how great the mission they represent.

There are a lot of things we don't have in life, but time is not one of them. Time is all we have. One lifetime under this name, to produce a body of work that says, "This is how I saw the world." Your work is worthy of whatever time it takes.

Osciluji mezi dobrem a zlem. Mezi kycem a nekycem, mezi pornografii a krasnem. Rad ze sebe delam idiota, ale nikdy jsem nemyslel na penize. Ty prisly az nakonec. Nemyslet na penize - jedine tak lze stvorit neco hodnotneho.

Self discovery is something you cannot buy

I don't know what 'ought' to be.

true. On more than one occasion I have asked myself: "If I were ninety-five years old, on my deathbed, and looking back over my life, how would I wish I had used this body, this intelligence, and this system of energy? What did I want to do with this lifetime?" These moments make me aware of the importance of using time to consciously accomplish what I feel is valuable, and to experience those things that I am deeply curious about.

She couldn't see the mathematical beauty in a leaf, the miracle in a seed that becomes a seedling, the absolute wonder that is the earth and the sea and the sky. He would try to talk to her of these things and receive only dismissive comments in reply. He learned from her to keep his mouth shut.

Mrs. Miniver suddenly understood why she was enjoying the forties so much better than she had enjoyed the thirties: it was the difference between August and October, between the heaviness of late summer and the sparkle of early autumn, between the ending of an old phase and the beginning of a fresh one.

This was the cream of marriage, this nightly turning out of the day's pocketful of memories, this deft habitual sharing of two pairs of eyes, two pairs of ears. It gave you, in a sense, almost a double life: though never, on the other hand, quite a single one.

It oughtn't to need a war to make us talk to each other in buses, and invent our own amusements in the evenings, and live simply, and eat sparingly, and recover the use of our legs, and get up early enough to see the sun rise. However, it has needed one: which is about the severest criticism our civilization could have.

Y]ou cannot successfully navigate the future unless you keep always framed beside it a small clear image of the past.