reflection

The story goes that one day Socrates stood gazing at a stall that sold allkinds of wares. Finally he said, __hat a lot of things I don__ need!

Industrial liquid gas containers were left open and venting gas into the indoor environment in high altitude astronomy. On reflection, I realized that I routinely observed mental and physical effects that match those of a low oxygen environment in staff that I supervised.

We lie in wait for the right moment and the just cause, which, at this moment, is simply wanting to live.

We will make ourselves comfortable and sleep, and eat as much as we can stuff into our bellies, and drink and smoke so that hours are not wasted. Life is short.

And Pearl, stepping in, mid-leg deep, beheld her own white feet at the bottom, while out of a still lower depth came the gleam of a kind of fragmentary smile, floating to and fro in the agitated water.

Today I hope to live life. To wake each morning and persevere through the struggles. To understand that there is reason and purpose. I choose to find my path and strive upon it, rising everytime I fall. I choose to keep smiling through the pain, and not be discouraged by others who choose disappointment and despair. I choose to be kind even in the face of animosity. To not become fearful in the presence of hatred. I choose to let go of hurt and forgive. Mend what is broken, I choose to wear my scars, and choose not to be a victim.I choose to stand with truth, my truth, my worth, and stand against all injustice. I choose the life gifted to me, till life is no more.

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

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.

Start seeing yourself as God sees you, see yourself through God__ eyes

Oh, listen. Listen!' A sound like a big crowd a good way off, excited and shouting, getting closer. We stand up and scan the empty sky. Suddenly there they are (the geese), a wavering V headed directly over the hilltop, quite low, beating southward down the central flyway and talking as they pass. We stay quiet suspending our human conversation until their garulity fades and their wavering lines are invisible in the sky.They have passed over us like an eraser over a blackboard, wiping away whatever was there before they came.

He wasn't a whole person any longer, but only half of something not yet made.

A woman should never go so far with someone, that she cannot come back alone...not for love..not for society_not for herself. It took me so long to find my way back.

That's how it goes these days, huh? Moving forward at the sounds of horns on highways, at the cue of traffic signals, turnstiles, tollbooths, ushered and rushed to the next stop on the itinerary, and there are days on the commuter train in the winter when it's got dark early and you can't see out because of the reflection and you might put down your paper or put aside your book and really look at yourself, because amid the noise and the smoke and the strangers and what's become of your life: there you are.

When several creatures, men or animals, have worked together to overcome something offering resistance and have at last succeeded, there follows often a pause, as though they felt the propriety of paying respect to the adversary who has put up so good a fight. The great tree falls, splitting, cracking, rushing down in leaves to the final, shuddering blow along the ground. Then the foresters are silent, and do not at once sit down. After hours, the deep snowdrift has been cleared and the lorry is ready to take the men home out of the cold. But they stand a while, leaning on their spades and only nodding unsmilingly as the car-drivers go through, waving their thanks.

Only by glaring into the depths of ones own reflection can we find our true selves. It is here where the mirrored voices of our souls speak and can be heard.

If you don't pay the price for success, you'll pay the price for failure.

A city no worse than others, a city rich and vigorous and full of pride, a city lost and beaten and full of emptiness.

You Don't Need To Be Anyone's Reflection,Neither Do You Need To Be Anyone's Reason For Perfection.If You Find Love,Let It Allow You To Be Yourself,Let It Not Define You.Let It Be The Reason Someone Believes In Love Again,Not The Reason You Smile.Let It Warm Your Heart,And When It Fades Away,Allow It Not Lead You Astray,Let It Go And Never Force It To Stay.Because True Love Neither Dies Nor Leaves,It Stays With Us For The Rest Of Our Lives.