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Then he had looked on his spirit as his I; now, it was his healthy strong animal I that he looked upon as himself. And all this terrible change has come about because he had ceased to believe himself and had taken to believing others. This he had done because it was too difficult to live believing one's self: believing one's self, one had to decide every question, not in favour of one's animal I, which was always seeking for easy gratification, but in almost every case against it. Believing others, there was nothing to decide; everything had been decided already, and always in favor of the animal I and against the spiritual. Nor was this all. Believing in his own self, he was always exposing himself to the censure of those around him; believing others, he had their approval.

Then, in that case, all the rest, all that I thought I thought and all that I felt I felt, all the rest before me now, in fact... O, give it up old chap! Sleep it off!

The only advice we must take is the one that our minds give; after all, everyone wants to be inside of our heads.

The past and the present are after all so close, so almost one, as if time were an artificial teasing out of a material which longs to join, to interpenetrate, and to become heavy and very small like some of those heavenly bodies scientists tell us of.

The passionate heart touches the sky. The meditative mind enters it.

The point of criticism is to build you as a leader and a dimension to reflect.

The poetry you could write about Rufus helping me out of my grave isn't lost on me.

The purest form of thanksgiving unto God is a reflected in our knowledge and understanding about who He is, not what we receive from Him! Thanksgiving is a continuous celebration of God's awesome nature and Supreme Being!

The purpose of life is to find your way back to a spiritual way of thinking and living—to be able to get past the physical stuff. That’s pretty much the whole test. And every soul is given talents and strengths to help them along the way.

There are always two voices in our heads, the good and the bad. The tricky part is to figure out which one of them is doing the talking.

There are many ways of attaining the various levels of human bliss. But one of the highest states of mental, spiritual and physical happiness is readily reached by way of a good meal, pleasant company, and easy seats by a good log fire. (Preferably there should be a vague impression of cold weather in the night outside your cosy room) The cares of the world are lost . There is a magical presence . You feel love for all humanity. Every remark made by your friend is a precious pearl of wisdom, and everything you say , encouraged by the warm smiles of your companion, is the essence of all your years of struggle and experience. You can suddenly recall incidents of the past, vivid-ly, and they take on a meaning which they never had before.

There are those who drink to make people more interesting; and those who do not drink to identify the arrogant drunks who they do not want to be around.

There have been inspiring women in the last century. There will be inspiring women in the years to come.

There are songs that make you cry, right?" "Sure," I say. "When you're dead, everything in the world is like a song that makes you cry.

There comes a moment when the image of our life parts company with the life itself, stands free, and, little by little, begins to rule us. Already in The Joke: “I came to realize that there was no power capable of changing the image of my person lodged somewhere in the supreme court of human destinies; that this image (even though it bore no resemblance to me) was much more real than my actual self; that I was its shadow and not it mine; that I had no right to accuse it of bearing no resemblance to me, but rather that it was I who was guilty of the nonresemblance; and that the nonresemblance was my cross, which I could not unload on anyone else, which was mine alone to bear.” And in The Book of Laughter and Forgetting: “Destiny has no intention of lifting a finger for Mirek (for his happiness, his security, his good spirits, his health), whereas Mirek is ready to do everything for his destiny (for its grandeur, its clarity, its beauty, its style, its intelligible meaning). He felt responsible for his destiny, but his destiny did not feel responsible for him.

The reflection is as real as the reflected till you touch it!

The reflection is jealous of the reflected and the reflected is jealous of the reflection!

There is nothing wrong with standing back and thinking. To paraphrase several sages: 'Nobody can think and hit someone at the same time.

There is a third choice besides being busy and killing time, something profound.

There is, I believe, no person, however insignificant in the world, but, if an account of his life and adventures were committed to paper, would be entertaining in some degree: the follies of our own life, and those we are liable to be drawn into by others, will constantly afford matter for serious reflection.

There is nothing like a train journey for reflection.

There's this small flicker in time when you're looking down the barrel of a gun and instead of your life flashing before your eyes, it’s all the moments you missed out on.

There is something more beautiful than a beautiful thing and that is a beautiful thing which has a beautiful reflection on the water!

There's something about the thousands of glittering lights, the veil of nighttime that almost makes this place beautiful, especially in the reflection of the water. It makes everything askew, disoriented. There's more truth in a ripple of water than in a clear day.

There was a lull. Sammy was staring across the room at George Opdyke, the three-time Pulitzer Prize winner. I was about to say he was lost in thought, but Sammy was never really lost, and he never actually thought, for that implied deep reflection. He was figuring. Miss Goldblum edged her undernourished white hand into his. Sammy played with it absent-mindedly, like a piece of silverware.

There's no shame compared to being beautiful with nothing in your brain, an ugly devil with wits is much better that the former.

There was no use wondering about the past.

The river goes around obstacles just as the stars scatter in the sky.

The Sea knows her Creator and she gives Him glory every moment of every day just by being all that He created her to be - reflecting Him, being as much like Him as she can be. Sometimes she is gentle, calm and caressing. Sometimes she is powerful, strong and angry. Always she is her true self and a reflection of Him.

The story goes that one day Socrates stood gazing at a stall that sold all kinds of wares. Finally he said, “What a lot of things I don’t need!

The secret to staying atop your priorities is to schooled regular times for review and reflection.

The shadows along the streets were personal, and, every passing day, they seemed to grow longer and hungrier

The simple act of putting your truth on paper, only you and your thoughts, is one of the most powerful exercises you can do.

The tribulation is the sister of wisdom; it knows how to make it work in its favor, it grows with its perfume and establishes its friend.

The things you say, the things you don't say, the things you do, or the things you don't do are always sending a loud message to those around you. What kind of a message are you sending? Is it a true reflection of who you are?

The trout fisher, like the landscape painter, haunts the loveliest places of the earth, and haunts them alone. Solitude and his own thoughts—he must be on the best terms with all of these; and he who can take kindly the largest allowance of these is likely to be the kindliest and truest with his fellow men.

The truth is crazier than lies because lies are required to stick to possibilities—the truth isn’t.

The wind god Favonius had warned him in Croatia: If you let your anger rule you … your fate will be even sadder than mine. But how could his fate be anything but sad? Even if he lived through this quest, he would have to leave both camps forever. That was the only way he would find peace. He wished there was another option – a choice that didn’t hurt like the waters of the Phlegethon – but he couldn’t see one.

The warmth and sun-drenched days of late summer, had been replaced by the cold, darkness of November, where the crisp chill served as a precursor to a winter that would long overstay its welcome once the holidays had past.

The writer directs the mind; just as a train moves the wagon.

The world is our own reflection. As long as there is deceit in you, others will deceive you.

The worst battle you'll have to fight is between what you know and how you feel.

The writer visualizes the story before he even writes it.

they thought and felt by fits, unbalanced; they reflected.

They may throw sticks, stones, or bricks, but nothing they do will hurt you. You are protected by God. He is forever got you covered and the enemy is defeated. Their hatred towards you is a reflection of the evilness on their inside which is slowly destroying them. A person like that must deal with the matters of their heart.

They say you start weaving clearer, sharper memories after you've been to a place at least twice. Because then the reflection is more of validation. Let the rush come to you and let your senses be flushed the first time. There will be time for reflection after you've had your fill.

This is a cemetery of memories and I'm grave robbing.

Time alone can help us to look inward, to fish for things that others can’t see.

Those who take the job seriously when their superiors don’t, will get more work to do than their peers.

Those who have more counselors than the counselor himself will learn more.