Quotes about Reflection

Have you noticed that when we die, our eulogies celebrate our lives very differently from the way society defines success?

Successful people...focus on the rewards of success: learning from their mistakes and thinking about how they can improve themselves and their situations.

Whoever knows you when you are young can look inside you and see the person you once were, and maybe still are at certain times.

Perhaps it is possible to discover more in silence than in speech. Or perhaps it is only that those who are silent among us learn to listen.

She was so busy forgetting, she couldn't take a single step into the future.

I wasn't good company, that was true, and people avoided me, but that was all right. I was too busy dreaming.

My grandmother told me once that when you lose somebody you think you've lost the whole world as well, but that's not the way things turn out in the end. Eventually, you pick yourself up and look out the window, and once you do you see everything that was there before the world ended is out there still. There are the same apple trees and the same songbirds, and over our heads, the very same sky that shines like heaven, so far above us we can never hope to reach such heights.

You never know what you want or need until you are old, for old age is a mystery that is impossible to unwind until you step into its maze.

Although I am no longer caught in the past, the future seems like a ridiculous thing to me. Try to catch it, hold it in your hand. It disappears every time.

What you wind up regretting aren't the things you do, it's what you don't do that you will never forgive yourself for.

The air was soft, as it often was in this lovely month, and Eddie inhaled its sweetness. He found himself uplifted as he worked, caught up in something outside himself and his petty wants and needs. The clouds drifted like ice in a tumbler. Through his lens the river seemed made of light, there was the shimmer, and for a moment the world seemed whole to him.

Now Franny understood that you must be yourself no matter what; anything else was a lie, and a denial of who you were would always cause grief. What you put out into the world came back to you threefold. If you could not accept yourself, you would be reviled and cast out, adrift in the world.