reflection

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

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

...reflection can transform something familiar.

If I speak of myself in different ways, that is because I look at myself in different ways.

Reflection is a good reminder of the truth! You may turn your eyes away from the truths, but the reflections will remind them to you! And anything which describes a truth well is a reflection of that truth! Turn your eyes away from the Moon, then the lake will remind the Moon to you, the shadows of the wolves howling against the Moon will remind the truth to you, even in the eyes of a frog, you shall see the Moon! Thus, if you turn your face away from the truth, it will never work! Because the reminders of truth are everywhere and they are as strong as the truth itself!

We were left with nothing because of a love like acid that ate its way through our entire family.

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.

It is the final person we see reflected in our eyes that really matters; we wonder who is she and why is she here? To find ourselves truly, it is the goal we have all set for ourselves.

The truth is crazier than lies because lies are required to stick to possibilities__he truth isn__.

Our body is a sacred temple A place to connect with people. As we aren't staying any younger We might as well keep it stronger.

We may not stay quick, If we are weak or sage, but a lot can squeak As we start to age.

I steadied by guitar against the table, and steadied myself with it.And forgot every rule I had ever known.

If not in the moment, where do you propose to live?

And when you finally realize you made a mistake bending to his will, changing yourself his wishes to fulfill, you will then see his ugly creation staring at your reflection and all that will be left to salvage is the carcass of your personality swarming with a plethora of worms erasing your former beautiful buried so deep, it will take a miracle to retrieve...

This Self is never born, nor does It die. It did not spring from anything, nor did anything spring from It. This Ancient One is unborn, eternal, everlasting. It is not slain even though the body is slain.

Reflection is a blessing and reflection happens not only when one sees himself on a mirror or on the windowpane or on a puddle, but it also happens when someone criticises you! In every true critique made on you, you will see yourself and you will obtain a good chance to make corrections on yourself! Reflection happens even in the books you read! Reflection is a blessing; when it happens, you discover yourself, you face yourself!

She wasn't being methodological. She was being autobiographical.

[My grandfather] returned to what he called __tudying._ He sat looking down at his lap, his left hand idle on the chair arm, his right scratching his head, his white hair gleaming in the lamplight. I knew that when he was studying he was thinking, but I did not know what about. Now I have aged into knowledge of what he thought about. He thought of his strength and endurance when he was young, his merriment and joy, and how his life__ burdens had then grown upon him. He thought of that arc of country that centered upon Port William as he first had known it in the years just after the Civil War, and as it had changed, and as it had become; and how all that time, which would have seemed almost forever when he was a boy, now seemed hardly anytime at all. He thought of the people he remembered, now dead, and of those who had come and gone before his knowledge, and of those who would come after, and of his own place in that long procession.