Reflection Quotes

When people succeed they party, when people fail they ponder.

Sweet is the recollection of difficulties overcome.

It is after we get home that we really go over the mountain, if ever.

I have myself to respect, but to myself I am not amiable; but my friend is my amiableness personified.

If you are irritated by every rub, how will your mirror be polished?

It’s an irritating reality that many places and events defy description. Angkor Wat and Machu Picchu, for instance, seem to demand silence, like a love affair you can never talk about. For a while after, you fumble for words, trying vainly to assemble a private narrative, an explanation, a comfortable way to frame where you’ve been and whats happened. In the end, you’re just happy you were there - with your eyes open - and lived to see it.

An interval of meditation, serious and grateful, was the best corrective of everything dangerous.

Intentional living is the bridge to significance. At the end of every year, I take time out to reflect and evaluate the events of the previous year - what went well and what needed improvement. From that inventory, I lay out my next year - how I intend to live, make the best use of time and maximize adding value to others. Success asks, 'How can I add value to myself?' Significance asks, 'How can I add value to others?' It is your intention that lends itself to significance.

Here and there, human nature may be great in times of trial, but generally speaking it is its weakness and not its strength that appears in a sick chamber; it is selfishness and impatience rather than generosity and fortitude, that one hears of. There is so little real friendship in the world! – and unfortunately' (speaking low and tremulously) 'there are so many who forget to think seriously till it is almost too late.

I know that you cannot hate other people without hating yourself.

Why should the imagination of a manLong past his prime remember things that areEmblematical of love and war?

Old age is just a record of one's whole life.

I have sometimes sat alone here of an evening, listening, until I have made the echoes out to be the echoes of all the footsteps that are coming by and by into our lives. "Jerry, say that my answer was, 'RECALLED TO LIFE.

Our enemies are our outward consciences.

I need silence, and to be alone and to go out, and to save one hour to consider what has happened to my world, what death has done to my world.

When people 'succeed' they tend to party, when they 'fail' they tend to ponder.

One never really knows how much one has been touched by a place until one has left it.

It's one of the biggest benefits of being president that you really don't think about until you get here.

What seest thou elseIn the dark backward and abysm of time?

The rest of my life (as a 39 year old) I want to reflect on what life is.

Regrets are the natural property of grey hairs.

Real action is in silent moments.

Doesn't one always think of the past, in a garden with men and women lying under the trees? Aren't they one's past, all that remains of it, those men and women, those ghosts lying under the trees ... one's happiness, one's reality?

Everyone has a past, but that's just it--it's in the past. You can learn from it, but you can't change it.

In winter we lead a more inward life. Our hearts are warm and cheery, like cottages under drifts.

Gray day. Everything is gray. I watch. But nothing moves today.

Whatever it is you are feeling is a perfect reflection of what you are in the process of becoming

A minute of thought is greater than an hour of talk.

Be a mirror, absorb everything around you and still remain the same

Spend some amount of time alone everyday.

Jesu, Jesu, the mad days that I have spent! And to see howmany of my old acquaintance are dead!

We sometimes from dreams pick up some hint worth improving by reflection.

In the colored reflection we have Life.

A turn or two I'll walkTo still my beating mind.

I would like to think that we have made much more progress, that we've come much further, to have someone like a Donald Trump to emerge as the nominee of a major political party.

For our improvement we need a mirror.

To rove about, musing, that is to say loitering, is, for a philosopher, a good way of spending time.

Before I went to jail, I was active in politics as a member of South Africa's leading organization - and I was generally busy from 7 A.M. until midnight. I never had time to sit and think.

Being alone has a power over me that never fails. My interior dissolves (for the time being only superficially) and is ready to release what lies deeper. When I am willfully alone, a slight ordering of my interior begins to take place and I need nothing more.

When confronted with two courses of action I jot down on a piece of paper all the arguments in favor of each one, then on the opposite side I write the arguments against each one. Then by weighing the arguments pro and con and cancelling them out, one against the other, I take the course indicated by what remains.

When you reflect, you are able to put an experience into perspective... reflective thinking enables you to distance yourself from the intense emotions of particularly good or bad experiences and see them with fresh eyes.

So all that is said of the wise man by Stoic or Oriental or modern essayist, describes to each reader his own idea, describes his unattained but attainable self.

Behaviour is the mirror in which we can display our image.

I had been right I was still right I was always right. I had lived my life one way and I could just as well lived it another. I had done this and I hadn t done that. I hadn t done this thing and I had done another. And so?

Sweet is the memory of past troubles.

When you can whip any man in the world, you never know peace.

If your life's worth living, it's worth recording.

Among mortals second thoughts are wisest.

There may be men who act without understanding why. I do not. To listen much, pick out the good and follow it; to see much and ponder it: this comes next to understanding.

Recollections of the past and visions of the present come to bear me company; the meanest man to whom I have ever given alms appears, to add his mite of peace and comfort to my stock; and whenever the fire within me shall grow cold, to light my path upon this earth no more, I pray that it may be at such an hour as this, and when I love the world as well as I do now.

Physically, I feel probably as good as I've ever felt. And I've got as much energy as I ever did. But what you feel after eight years - and I think you'd feel this no matter what, but anytime you have a big transition, it gets magnified - is time passes.

That which resembles most living one's life over again, seems to be to recall all the circumstances of it; and, to render this remembrance more durable, to record them in writing.

In order to understand the world, one has to turn away from it on occasion.

No matter where you run, you just end up running into yourself

If I were wrong, wouldn't one be enough?

What stays with you latest and deepest? of curious panics, of hard-fought engagements or sieges tremendous what deepest remains?

The old dog barks backward without getting up I can remember when he was a pup.

People travel to marvel at the mountains, seas, rivers and stars and they pass right by themselves without astonishment.

Solitary converse with nature; for thence are ejaculated sweet and dreadful words never uttered in libraries. Ah! the spring days, the summer dawns, and October woods!

Perhaps being old is having lighted rooms inside your head, and people in them, acting. People you know, yet can't quite name.