Best 124 quotes in «self reflection quotes» category

Almost universally, when people look back on their lives while on their deathbed [...] they wish they had spent more time with the people and activities they truly loved and less time worrying about aspects of life that, upon deeper examination, really don't matter at all that much. Imagining yourself at your own funeral allows you to look back at your life while you still have the chance to make some important changes.

I've always had a talent for recognizing when I am in a moment worth being nostalgic for.

Self-reflection is the school of wisdom.

3762 Hence the necessity of getting off the merry-go-round too figure out what is really going on and let your sad feelings tell their own sometimes weird, complex, and long-winded story.

...A mirror can trick you day by day into thinking you remain looking and existing in one way forever. But a photograph presents you with the truth: it freezes you eternally, existing as a reminder that you can never, ever go back to any one moment again- that you are always changing, hour by hour, cell by cell, in tiny fragments that build skyscrapers overnight.

And he told me that anything more than twelve minutes of personal pain was self-indulgence, which did more to jerk me out of the state of complete numbness I was in than anything else could have done

As the days wore on, there was less and less of Aliya left in her. She couldn’t remember what Alex’s eyes had looked like, or how her father laughed at off-color jokes, or what the head of surgery said to her the first time she walked into the operating room. It was all gone. Her new reality was the castle, Earton, and these strange people that she had to build a life with.

As understanding deepens, the further removed it becomes from knowledge.

Begin to see the violence around you; begin to see the violence within you.

But I love you and I want you and I need you. Can’t you see that? This world has nothing to offer me if it doesn’t include you.

But no matter how much parents and grandparents may have sinned against the child, the man who is really adult will accept these sins as his own condition which has to be reckoned with. Only a fool is interested in other people's guilt, since he cannot alter it. The wise man learns only from his own guilt. He will ask himself: Who am I that all this should happen to me? To find the answer to this fateful question he will look into his own heart.

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.

Darkness holds eternal sway over he who cannot first find the light within himself.

Despite what people tell you, what you do for the majority of the day is who you are. For most people, that is their job, and if you’re not careful now, if you’re not putting your entire effort into every subject to see which ones suit you best, if you’re not taking advantage of every opportunity with the time you have right now while you're still young, you’ll never have a good understanding of yourself or your gifts. You’ll wind up picking a major at college that you don’t feel passionate about, because you don’t even know what your passion is.

Diversion. Sometimes, when I set to thinking the various activities of men, the dangers and troubles which they face at Court, or in war, giving rise to so many quarrels and passions, daring and often wicked enterprises and so on, I have often said the soul cause of man’s unhappiness is that he does not know how to stay quietly in a room. A man wealthy enough for life’s needs would never leave home to go to sea or besiege some fortress if he knew how to stay at home and enjoy it. (Page 32)

Do we know our source or ‘ourselves?’ Who am I? Within ourselves, operate different levels and layers. One layer that we show to the world and another that we truly are.

They only babble who practise not reflection

During self-reflection, the realization came that revolution begins within.

Each time that I have felt like I might finally be figuring some things out, life has decided to change the rules and I’ve had to start all over again.

Empathy speaks to us in those silent moments, away from our wounded ego and our wondering heart, in those empty spaces where questions run riot like lost and rejected soldiers… it tells us that each soul is worthy, valued, loved and honoured and we only ever need to face our own shadows, our own pain… and to be our own mirror.

Everything hurts right now and nothing is helping because as the pain is getting worse — so is the love.

Ever the cynic, I doubt my own humanity.

Half the pain in human life comes from gazing in mirrors.

Having no resources within himself, he was compelled to be the copyist of many, and being such, he was forever the victim of inconsistency;

He looked at me, that first day, like he had just found something he’d lost a thousand years ago.

He could pour himself into my little paper cup heart and my emptiness would finally have a meaning.

Here’s to the person you might have been, and to the person you have become. May they never meet in a dark alley.

History matters, not because it repeats itself (which it never does), but because its narration can rid demons that torment the oppressed, shock the complacent and intransigent into self-reflection, and inspire feats of human perseverance and will.

I admit it. I'm a bully. I mistreat, ridicule, shame, blame, silence criticize, embarrass, belittle and beat up myself on a daily basis. I swear, the only person I have a hard time standing up to...is me.

I don’t ever want to hurt anyone, but I really wish there was something like a reset button on my life.

I could watch him do this until morning — never asking questions and never interrupting his work. I worship quietly — his intense focus and attention to detail and then, out of no where, I realize the inconvenient, inappropriate truth: ‘I love this man… and it has swallowed me.

I fantasize the night sky to be like a cosmic blue print of my life as I close my eyes and unbutton my heart…. just in case anyone up there is listening.

I feel like a paper cut just waiting to bleed.

I feel a resurgence of my 6-year-old self… that little warrior, goddess of a girl reminding me of who I was when I was little, before the world got its hands on me.

If ever I was running, it was towards you.

If I had an .MP3 of your heartbeat… I might actually get some sleep.

I have often said the soul cause of man’s unhappiness is that he does not know how to stay quietly in a room. (Page 32)

If you are going to judge others it is wisest to do so individually not collectively and on your own direct experience of them personally. But first - and throughout - examine yourself closely. Blurred vision can often occur due to the lens, perspective and perceptions of the viewer projected onto the object that it sees. Be wary of taking to the judges seat. Above all meet at treat yourself and everyone else mindfully, compassionately with humanity.

I kindly ask you to place your name in 1 Corinthians 13:4-6. And read it out loud. This verse will help you reflect on your own behavior, to become the right type of person for yourself and others.

I kept waiting for the part where I’d finally know who I was — some flashing, neon moment of relief, but it never came.

I just want your voice aimed at me again. I want to absorb the direction of your eyes…

I know that this process of ‘me changing my life’ doesn’t just end once I set fire to this list of things I hate about myself. Tonight isn’t as much of a new beginning as it is a violent end and I know the real work hasn’t even started yet.

I know that your soul is on life support and that you feel lost and like you’re completely spinning out of control, but you’re finding yourself — here, tonight… even in this darkness.

I love widely and deeply, the Naive sense of Primitivism I manage to project in my Art. It always gives me a sense that it is not developed or derived from anything else, and it is unaffected by objective reasoning. Very similar to my nomadic life.

I love him in ways that I can’t explain to other people. They don’t understand… it’s not their fault.

I’m tired of justifying why I love someone. I’m done with the explaining.

I'm a work in progress, and I hope I will never be complete

I’m going to follow this invisible red thread until I find myself again… until I finally figure out… who I’m meant to be.

I ruin everything. I think that a bullet must have passed through my heart when I was very young, causing me to bleed out slowly, over things and people and every white surface that I’d ever come across.

In short, feminism has succeeded beyond the wildest dreams of the brave women who fought its first battles. Its future in the new millennium is to face up to the problems of its success, and to see gender as just one possible reason for social and personal conflicts rather than an all-encompassing cause. But if it is going to be capable of making these changes, it will first have to let go of its sacred cows.