Quotes About Reflection

That day, I began to be incredulous. Or, rather, I regretted having been credulous. I regretted having allowed myself to be borne away by a passion of the mind. Such is credulity.

Any "story" can be told in dozens of different ways. For that very reason, I believe, every time you go back and reexamine an important chapter in your life, you learn something new about it.

Confession is always a good place to start when we feel lost.

Sometimes is [God loves me more than I think] still allows us and our need to be at the center of the world, and God becomes our psychic errand boy given the task of inflating our self esteem.

That's the paradox of self-esteem: Low self-esteem usually means that I think too highly of myself....When you are in the grips of low self-esteem, it's painful, and it certainly doesn't feel like pride. But I believe that this is the dark, quieter side of pride-thwarted pride.

Satire is enjoyable compensation for being forced to think.

No longer expecting to be beautiful and touched with grace till the end of her days, she was coming to the realization that whereas once, in his courtship, Father might have embodied the infinite possibilities of loving, he had aged and gone dull, made stupid, perhaps, by his travels and his work, so that more and more he only demonstrated his limits, that he had reached them, and that he would never move beyond them.

Even brave men, and D'Arnot was a brave man, are sometimes frightened by solitude.

She realized the spell that had been upon her in the depths of that far-off jungle, but there was no spell of enchantment now in prosaic Wisconsin.

Tut, tut! I have often admonished my pupils to count ten before speaking. Were I you, Mr. Philander, I should count at least a thousand, and then maintain a discreet silence.

Twenty years have intervened; for ten of them I lived and fought for Dejah Thoris and her people, and for ten I have lived upon her memory.

and yet I feel that I cannot go on living forever;

If man spoke only when he had something worth while to say and said that as quickly as possible, ninety-eight per cent of the human race might as well be dumb, thereby establishing a heavenly harmony from pate to tonsil.

I wish to Heaven that I might forget. It would be so much easier than to go through life always remembering what might have been.

and also with sufficient good judgment to appreciate that while he might enjoy the contemplation of his superiority to the masses, there was little likelihood of the masses being equally entranced by the same cause.

We must not give ourselves time to think, for in that direction lies madness.

And with these thoughts came a realization of how unimportant to the life and happiness of the world is the existence of any one of us. We may be snuffed out without an instant's warning, and for a brief day our friends speak of us with subdued voices. The following morning, while the first worm is busily engaged in testing the construction of our coffin, they are teeing up for the first hole to suffer more acute sorrow over a sliced ball than they did over our, to us, untimely demise.

As a mistress, death seemed lacking in many essentials. Therefore, I decided not to die.

pulled my jacket tighter

It was as though the dark part of my past had become a physical being, a black beast pounding on the gates of my memory.

missing. All I knew was that whatever I was looking for, I couldn't find it with anyone

A silly man lies awake all night, Thinking of many things. When the morning comes he is worn with care, And his trouble is just as it was.

Moderately wise each one should be, Not overwise, for a wise man's heart Is seldom glad. Cattle die and kindred die. We also die. But I know one thing that never dies, Judgment on each one dead.

We are to think (of the dead) that they pass into a better place and a happier condition.