Reflection Quotes


Life can only be understood backwards; but it must be lived forwards.

We always see our worst selves. Our most vulnerable selves. We need someone else to get close enough to tell us we’re wrong. Someone we trust.

All truly great thoughts are conceived while walking.

Götzen-Dämmerung

Friedrich Nietzsche

Götzen-Dämmerung

Doubt as sin. — Christianity has done its utmost to close the circle and declared even doubt to be sin. One is supposed to be cast into belief without reason, by a miracle, and from then on to swim in it as in the brightest and least ambiguous of elements: even a glance towards land, even the thought that one perhaps exists for something else as well as swimming, even the slightest impulse of our amphibious nature — is sin! And notice that all this means that the foundation of belief and all reflection on its origin is likewise excluded as sinful. What is wanted are blindness and intoxication and an eternal song over the waves in which reason has drowned.

Reflect upon your present blessings -- of which every man has many -- not on your past misfortunes, of which all men have some.

Some nights are made for torture, or reflection, or the savoring of loneliness.

Can you remember who you were, before the world told you who you should be?

Did you ever wonder if the person in the puddle is real, and you're just a reflection of him?

Calvin    Hobbes    Humor    Puddle    Reflection

One of the saddest things in life, is the things one remembers.

The pessimist resembles a man who observes with fear and sadness that his wall calendar, from which he daily tears a sheet, grows thinner with each passing day. On the other hand, the person who attacks the problems of life actively is like a man who removes each successive leaf from his calendar and files it neatly and carefully away with its predecessors, after first having jotted down a few diary notes on the back. He can reflect with pride and joy on all the richness set down in these notes, on all the life he has already lived to the fullest. What will it matter to him if he notices that he is growing old? Has he any reason to envy the young people whom he sees, or wax nostalgic over his own lost youth? What reasons has he to envy a young person? For the possibilities that a young person has, the future which is in store for him?
No, thank you,' he will think. 'Instead of possibilities, I have realities in my past, not only the reality of work done and of love loved, but of sufferings bravely suffered. These sufferings are even the things of which I am most proud, although these are things which cannot inspire envy.

If I speak of myself in different ways, that is because I look at myself in different ways.

Les Essais

Michel de Montaigne

Les Essais

That’s sad. How plastic and artificial life has become. It gets harder and harder to find something…real. Nin interlocked his fingers, and stretched out his arms. Real love, real friends, real body parts…

how sad and bad and mad it was - but then, how it was sweet

The writer's curse is that even in solitude, no matter its duration, he never grows lonely or bored.

Alone    Art    Author    Blessed    Boredom    Company    Contemplate    Contentment    Creativity    Curse    Good company    Growth    Hard work    Imagination    Independent    Loneliness    Perseverance    Reflection    Self sufficient    Solitude    Time    Writer

Just as a snake sheds its skin, we must shed our past over and over again.


The Waking
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I feel my fate in what I cannot fear.
I learn by going where I have to go.
We think by feeling. What is there to know?
I hear my being dance from ear to ear.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
Of those so close beside me, which are you?
God bless the Ground! I shall walk softly there,
And learn by going where I have to go.
Light takes the Tree; but who can tell us how?
The lowly worm climbs up a winding stair;
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
Great Nature has another thing to do
To you and me, so take the lively air,
And, lovely, learn by going where to go.
This shaking keeps me steady. I should know.
What falls away is always. And is near.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I learn by going where I have to go.

The Collected Poems

Theodore Roethke

The Collected Poems
Awareness    Consciousness    Destiny    Fate    Future    Life    Que sera sera    Reflection    Sleep    Waking

Sometimes, you have to look back in order to understand the things that lie ahead.

Dead Beautiful

Yvonne Woon

Dead Beautiful

People will walk in and walk out of your life, but the one whose footstep made a long lasting impression is the one you should never allow to walk out.

I love the dark hours of my being.
My mind deepens into them.
There I can find, as in old letters,
the days of my life, already lived,
and held like a legend, and understood.

Sometimes truths are what we run from, and sometimes they are what we seek.

I often stood in front of the mirror alone, wondering how ugly a person could get.

Ham on Rye

Charles Bukowski

Ham on Rye
Alone    Appearance    Beautiful    Beauty    Bukowski    Classic    Classics    Loneliness    Lonely    Mirror    People    Poem    Poetry    Reflection    Self    Self esteem    Soul    Superficial    Superficial beauty    Superficiality    Ugly

I couldn't imagine that I'd ever fall in love again like I had with Gideon. For better or worse, he was my soulmate. The other half of me. In many ways, he was my reflection.

I am a writer of books in retrospect. I talk in order to understand; I teach in order to learn

Learning without thought is labour lost; thought without learning is perilous.

A lake is a landscape's most beautiful and expressive feature. It is Earth's eye; looking into which the beholder measures the depth of his own nature.

The only real conflict you will ever have in your life won’t be with others, but with yourself.

Men have no more time to understand anything. They buy ready-made things in the shops. But since there are no shops where you can buy friends, men no longer have any friends.

It takes a certain ingenuous faith - but I have it - to believe that people who read and reflect more likely than not come to judge things with liberality and truth.

I know. I was there. I saw the great void in your soul, and you saw mine.

Reflection    War    Wwi

Just as one spoils the stomach by overfeeding and thereby impairs the whole body, so can one overload and choke the mind by giving it too much nourishment. For the more one reads the fewer are the traces left of what one has read; the mind is like a tablet that has been written over and over. Hence it is impossible to reflect; and it is only by reflection that one can assimilate what one has read. If one reads straight ahead without pondering over it later, what has been read does not take root, but is for the most part lost.

I had an uneventful few days," it told her. "The most exciting thing was an hour-long lecture from the headmaster on taking our studies seriously. He said next year's exam will arrive sooner than we think."
"No, they won't," Valkyrie said, frowning. "They'll arrive next year, exactly when we expect them."
"That's what I told him," the reflection nodded. "I don't think he's comfortable with logic, because he didn't look happy. He sent me to the Career Guidance counsellor, who asked me what I wanted to do after college."
Valkyrie stowed her black clothes. "What did you say?"
"I told her I wanted to be a Career Guidance counsellor. She started crying, then accused me of mocking her. I told her if she wasn't happy in her job then she should look at other options, then pointed out that I was already doing her job better than she was. She gave me detention.

Nico was devastatingly alone. He’d lost his big sister Bianca. He’d pushed away all other demigods who’d tried to get close to him. His experiences at Camp Half-Blood, in the Labyrinth and in Tartarus had left him scarred, afraid to trust anyone.

There was a brief silence in which the distant echo of Hagrid smashing down a wooden front door seemed to reverberate through the intervening years.

Odd as it may seem, I am my remembering self, and the experiencing self, who does my living, is like a stranger to me.

When the world is itself draped in the mantle of night, the mirror of the mind is like the sky in which thoughts twinkle like stars.

Given enough time, you could convince yourself that loneliness was something better, that it was solitude, the ideal condition for reflection, even a kind of freedom.
Once you were thus convinced, you were foolish to open the door and let anyone in, not all the way in. You risked the hard-won equilibrium, that tranquility that you called peace

The Good Guy

Dean Koontz

The Good Guy

Now the wren has gone to roost and the sky is turnin' gold
And like the sky my soul is also turnin'
Turnin' from the past, at last and all I've left behind

Accomplishment    Epiphany    Gold    Heart    Moving on    Redemption    Reflecting    Reflection    Reflective    Rejuvenation    Sky    Soul    Uplifting

Each person you meet
is an aspect of yourself,
clamoring for love.

That's why Twinkle likes the place so much, Scott thought, looking around at the faded wood veneer tables, and the faded souls drinking at them. Misery was soaked through the place like the old beer soaked through its carpets.

There is music in words, and it can be heard you know, by thinking.

Deciding to wait, Scott sat down with a pint away from the bar at a corner table and lit a cigarette. The clientele in there on Sunday afternoon were the same as most other afternoons. From middle-aged to old men, drinking and cursing at the world like it was the last bus which had just left the stop without them.

He had done nothing on Christmas day, just wandered around outside in the frozen woods. Hard ground, chill winds and bare branches that looked like they'd been dipped in sugar. None of it seemed real, like walking around in a desolate dream, but one he didn't want to wake up from.

We were left with nothing because of a love like acid that ate its way through our entire family.

Religion is, in reality, living. Our religion is not what we profess, or what we say, or what we proclaim; our religion is what we do, what we desire, what we seek, what we dream about, what we fantasize, what we think - all these things - twenty-four hours a day. One's religion, then, is ones life, not merely the ideal life but the life as it is actually lived.
Religion is not prayer, it is not a church, it is not theistic, it is not atheistic, it has little to do with what white people call "religion." It is our every act. If we tromp on a bug, that is our religion; if we experiment on living animals, that is our religion; if we cheat at cards, that is our religion; if we dream of being famous, that is our religion; if we gossip maliciously, that is our religion; if we are rude and aggressive, that is our religion. All that we do, and are, is our religion.

Reflection must be reserved for solitary hours; whenever she was alone, she gave way to it as the greatest relief; and not a day went by without a solitary walk, in which she might indulge in all the delight of unpleasant recollections.

Habit rules the unreflecting herd.

Because you’re a creation of God, you reflect the Divine qualities of creativity, wisdom, and love.

Creation    Creativity    Divine    God    Love    Mirror    Qualities of life    Quality    Quote    Quotes    Reflect    Reflection    Wisdom

The past can't be changed, can it? It can just be forgiven.

No - the light in Tamani's eyes was much more than a reflection. It was the fire that melted her anger and devestated her resolve, every single time she saw it.

Eyes    Fire    Light    Reflection    Resolve

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