reflection

The outer world is a reflection of our inner selves.

Taking the time to reflect on how you arrived at where you are today can have a massive impact on what your life will be like tomorrow.

I never understood what Jaime saw in you, apart from his own reflection.

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.

Do you think that romantic love is natural; that the life of trade is honorable; that freedom of worship is desirable? Very likely you think none of those things; you have uncritically absorbed them, and only since you came to college begun to learn that they are al comparatively recent and local notions, the products of past conflicts and choices. As the hand of the dyer is tinged by what it works in, so your tastes, ambitions, and values take their quality from a context that was created for you before you were born.

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

What if everyone's life was judged solely by the worst thing they'd ever done?

A selfie is nothing more than just an external reflection of yourself

How could you cleanse yourself if you couldn__ forget?

As facing the sea reveals the skyand facing the sky reveals the seafacing my soul reveals your soul

When do I see a photograph, when a reflection?

I leaned over the sink, closer to my reflection, and stare at myself hard. I don't know what I see. I don't even know what I want to see.

The middle of the week is a great time to reflect on what was done and still needs to be done before the end of the week.

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!

When I was a child, I understood the things of my childhood. Now that I have grown into a man, I understand less of the world than I did as a lad.

Every word spoken is a reflection of your inner beliefs!

He felt the withering of something, the way risk was increasingly eliminated, replaced with a bland new world where the viewing of food preparation would be felt to be more than the reading of poetry; where excitement would come from paying for a soup made out of foraged grass. He had eaten soup made out of foraged grass in the camps; he preferred food.

It was a moment before she replied. And in that moment, she realized that what was gone from her was the child in her, she'd crossed a brink from which there was no turning back. Whoever she had been, she was not anymore. And her life, for better or worse, would never again be what it had.