Best 1516 quotes in «reflection quotes» category

Believing the phenomenon of karma is placing your destiny in the hands of the devil.

Better to be dirty than dead.

Biographer diagnoses reaction to restriction as a tell of true character. Some use even prison as a time of reflection and planning. Others, like Churchill, quickly chafe at missing interaction and opportunity.

Lying in a Hammock at William Duffy’s Farm in Pine Island, Minnesota Over my head, I see the bronze butterfly, Asleep on the black trunk, Blowing like a leaf in green shadow. Down the ravine behind the empty house, The cowbells follow one another Into the distances of the afternoon. To my right, In a field of sunlight between two pines, The droppings of last year’s horses Blaze up into golden stones. I lean back, as the evening darkens and comes on. A chicken hawk floats over, looking for home. I have wasted my life.

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.

But glad to have sat under Thunder and rain with you, And grateful too For sunlight on the garden.

By gazing inward the true reflection of the self is revealed.

Can you imagine sitting there letting the sea roll over you your whole life. No feet. No locomotion. Your whole fate decided by what washes over you.” “And that’s different than us?

Cesar is not a philosophical man. His life has been one long flight from reflection. At least he is clever enough not to expose the poverty of his general ideas; he never permits the conversation to move toward philosophical principles. Men of his type so dread all deliberation that they glory in the practice of the instantaneous decision. They think they are saving themselves from irresolution; in reality they are sparing themselves the contemplation of all the consequences of their acts. Moreover, in this way they can rejoice in the illusion of never having made a mistake; for act follows so swiftly on act that it is impossible to reconstruct the past and say that an alternative decision would have been better. They can pretend that every act was forced on them under emergency and that every decision was mothered by necessity

Children from all over the world have the same religion, childhood!

Christ," he said to the tiny reflection of himself that floated along the surface of his coffee, "You have become quite the maudlin sop, haven't you? Laughing softly, he rubbed a hand over his face. Step one on the road back to sanity, stop talking to yourself.

COMING FORTH INTO THE LIGHT I was born the day I thought: What is? What was? And What if? I was transformed the day My ego shattered, And all the superficial, material Things that mattered To me before, Suddenly ceased To matter. I really came into being The day I no longer cared about What the world thought of me, Only on my thoughts for Changing the world.

Compared to nature we are only the dust of running horses.

Creativity is not intelligence, it is the ability to do what you did not know through the use of what you know.

Crisis is what suppressed pain looks like; it always comes to the surface. It shakes you into reflection and healing.

Cyrano: The leaves--- Roxane: What color---Perfect Venetian red! Look at them fall. Cyrano: Yes---they know how to die. A little way From the branch to the earth, a little fear Of mingling with the common dust---and yet They go down gracefully---a fall that seems Like flying!

Dass man, wenn man sehr müde ist, sagt, man sei todmüde, fiel mir ein, und dass man, wenn man todmüde ist, doch voller Leben ist, und wenn man lebensmüde ist, schon dem Tod nahe.

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.

Desde criança, sempre me agradava contemplar as formas estranhas da natureza, não como observador que investiga, mas abandonando-me apenas ao seu encanto peculiar, à sua profunda e complexa linguagem.

Confidence comes from thoughtful action, reflection, and experience. Confidence does not come from reaction.

Confidence don't mean jack shit in the real world, sis," she once said. I feel myself finding the courage to trust those words more and more with every twist of the knife. Coincidentally, last Tuesday afternoon I was involuntarily exposed to the punch line of an old wise tale that goes something like: "There's beauty that can be found in everything." But why can't the insensitive cunt who said that ever find the courage to look in the mirror? Because poopycock, one might say.

Dilatar la vida de los hombres era dilatar su agonía y multiplicar el numero de sus muertes.

Creating artwork allows your mind to be in a safe place while it contemplates the tougher issues you are dealing with. One can use the tools of brush, paint, pastels, crayons etc to expose and even for a short time color those issues in a different light.

Disrespect for life is a direct reflection of violating the laws of the kingdom of love

Doing what you do not want to do is doing what you like, for good everything is good.

Do not discern it differently -- pursue it differently.

Do not hide your light for fear of what others may think of you. Let it shine and be a reflection of what is possible.

Don't be a reflection of your depression, your dark, or your ugly. Reflect what you want. Your light, your beauty, & your strength. Aspire for greatness - reflect who you are; not which deficits you maintain. Showcase the hidden treasures.

Don't waste today by talking about yesterday until it's finally tomorrow.

Do we reflect on life? Someday this life will be gone.

Do you remember how the sun, set On the occasion, we last conversed? First, it hid behind some lousy clouds As I was uttering my dying words Then, out it came with a shiny glare As I grasped the truth of your beauty ‘Twas nothing but my own reflection To my surprise and curiosity. Now the sun’s told our tale to this town And I heard how it had made you smile So if the thought of me drew a smile Then, I have mastered true lover’s guile

Dreams aren't an escape from reality, they're a reflection of what we want reality to be. - The Malwatch

drink your tea slowly and reverently, as if it as the axis on which the world revolves

Edith (the future Mrs. Teddy Roosevelt) developed a lifelong devotion to drama and poetry. "I have gone back to Shakespeare, as I always do," she would write seven decades later.

E ele se servia do homem que era para sentir o seu universo, mesmo que fosse o universo de uma avalanche da noite. E, à questão fundamental, que ninguém soube fazer, mas que governava todas as tentativas: 'Quem era o senhor? Quem surgiu no senhor?", ele nada poderia ter respondido, senão: 'Eu mesmo...'. Nenhuma circunstância desperta em nós um estranho de que não suspeitássemos. Viver é nascer lentamente. Seria muito fácil tomar almas já prontas!

Det er midnatt: bøkene lukket, ryddet bort til det ordløse møte med tankens gjæster, og lampen slukket.

Each Bullet Journal becomes another volume in the story of your life. Does it represent the life you want to live? If not, then leverage the lessons you've learned to change the narrative in the next volume.

Encouraging employees to interact directly with the environment is just an interesting exercise until you debrief their experiences and encourage reflection.

Ensure that what was conceived as thought is reflected within reality.

Echo of the waves appears in the sky, their lights reflected in your eyes. I'm back in our world and happy again. The sound of your voice, compassionate embrace... The power in your touch, serenity of stride... The beating of your heart calms down my presence, gracing with eternal peace of mind... Bathing in the sunshine of your arms I'm deeply aware of the melodic stream that has no language...gliding beneath the quiet Heaven of your eyes...

Encased in an elaborate illusion of unlimited power and progress, each of us subscribes, at least until one's midlife crisis, to the belief that existence consists of an eternal, upward spiral of achievement, dependent on will alone. This comforting illusion may be shattered by some urgent irreversible experience ... None more potently confronts us with finiteness and contingency than the imminence of our own death.

Es como si viviera bajo el cielo gris de nubes cargadas de lluvia. Están ahí arriba, sobre mi cabeza, conteniéndose, esperando para liberar toda su furia... Y sé que tiene que ocurrir. Sólo tengo que ser paciente, sobrevivir en este espacio gris que es mi hogar y mi mundo. Algún día, en algún momento, la tormenta estallará. Y yo abriré los brazos y miraré al cielo, dejaré que el agua me empate... y seré libre por fin.

Every child's first lesson in reflection, refraction, surface tension, colloidal solutions, fluid dynamics, and what not, begins with a pool of water on the road. //All in a child's play

Every joy is like a piece of mirror: always reflecting..

Everyone may know of your idea; even though, it will never be as it real as you thought.

E se a minha vida não fôr mais do que um processo de materialização, através do qual eu dou forma a imagens latentes que vivem adormecidas em mim?

Every so often she felt scared at the strength of her own love. It was like a dammed-up stream, and she knew that there was only a tiny difference between bathing and drowning someone in love. But she wasn't worried about that any longer. Because he looked like he'd be able to receive, and not just give

Even through this awful time, people were still inventing things. I just wasn’t seeing it, just like people in third world countries never saw it.

Every time I stare into those eyes of yours, they shine like a mirror with the sharp edges, piercing trough every bit of my reflection. It makes me feel like a child lost in the woods. And all of a sudden I hear a song somewhere and a shiver runs down my spine. A song that I have heard somewhere before. A song that makes all my demons dance forcefully at once.

Every time you feel the urge to reflect, do pushups instead.