self-reflection

To separate yourself from your weakness and look at it objectively is a very powerful thing.

Time, place, and space for all things, but spending [the] majority of one's time playing in outer places, and far less time exploring inner space, is perhaps the worst form of neglect. Don't play yourself; the real you awaits.

Who hasn't asked himself, am I a monster or is this what it means to be human?

Other people are merely mirrors of you. You cannot love or hate something about another person unless it reflects to you something you love or hate about yourself.

We're so concerned with the idea of what we ought to be that we fail to take into account the things that make us who we really are.

Be content with what you have;rejoice in the way things are.When you realize there is nothing lacking,the whole world belongs to you.

...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.

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

We should have taken our chances back then, when we were young and beautiful and didn't even know it.

You won't find angels in hell, only demons that know how to play with yours.

I think making mistakes and discovering them for yourself is of great value, but to have someone else to point out your mistakes is a shortcut of the process.

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.

I should learn patience, it's a shame there's no time for that.

I know that your soul is on life support and that you feel lost and like you__e completely spinning out of control, but you__e finding yourself _ here, tonight_ even in this darkness.

A writer__ tools are desperation, humiliation, loneliness, love, affection, heartache, happiness, glee, defeat, victory, setbacks, and a desire for personal redemption. People with the experience to know of such things relate that in order to write one must suffer an alleyway of anguish, and experience an array of physical and emotional pain. More than anything else, emotional growth, and writing are each reflective of the immeasurable gain accomplished through studious reflection.

I really believe that there is an invisible red thread tied between him and me, and that it has stretched and tangled for years _ across oceans and lifetimes. I know that it won__ break because our souls are tied.

If ever I was running, it was towards you.

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